December 2013 Road Trippin'
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Swart Gevaar
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Julle is seker nog nie klaar nie...
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Swart Gevaar said:
Nog laaaaank nie ;D
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Die RR is nog baie kort..... :sip:
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Doptril, waar is jou RR van jou trippie??Swart Gevaar said:
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looks good
looks good
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cocky said:
I wish. Was nie op 'n trippie nie. :-[
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laaalaaaalaaa laaalaaa mmmm
doebeeedoebeee doooo
mmmmm mie mie mieeeee
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doebeeedoebeee doooo
mmmmm mie mie mieeeee
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Bazinga said:
*ahem*
Day3:
Day three... bent, broken, bruised, babbelas, tired, trampled, trudged, trodden and back on the bike! After a day of note, I was strangely excited to get back on the saddle, which told me one thing, I’m hooked...
I thought to myself why? I know I love this but why? It is not about how fast I can get through bends, it is not because I want to measure member sizes, it is not because I want to be the best, most spoken of rider, it is not how much better I can feel about myself because I ride a KTM/BMW instead of BMW/KTM...
It is because of where it takes me, how I get there, what and how I experience, how free it makes me feel and how much more you get out of a trip on the saddle than in the car on the N3 down to Ballito...
Right! Now that I have realised I am in this thing for the long hall, we started the route to Addo at about 6:00, still with rattled nerves and ‘bomskok’, but determined to enjoy it! We went up Naude’s Nek, the road was in good condition and a lot less tricky than the previous day. I gradually built up my confidence but still progressed at a slow pace, on top we stopped for a leg stretch and a picture or two. The very first bit of the way down looked tricky and a familiar panic set in, loose rocks, ruts and high drop off to the left... I started riding down in a seated position and ‘walked’ it over the loose rocks but something still went wrong, my front wheel slipped out and I had a small tumble, just enough of a tumble to make me ignore all scenery and live in a bubble of concentration for the rest of the passes we went through that day, only focussing on the next obstacle or turn, very occasionally I would peek outside of the bubble and realize I was missing one hell of a road and some of the best scenery of the trip so far... so many awesome pictures were not taken that day...
Mountains turned into hills, hills turned into flat roads, flat roads turned onto lush valleys and eventually we hit tarmac. We went through a few places that would have been a nightmare if there had been more rain, hard dirt ruts that would have been insane to go through if wet and muddy. I have a few awe inspiring snapshots of the road we took that day, but they are all in my mind as we did not have the time to stop and take pictures.
We rode on to Elliot, had something to eat at Mountain Shadows hotel. It seems though that the whole eastern cape area below Lesotho only serves one of three dishes, sandwiches, pizza and chicken schnitzel... that’s it... and they look at you funny when you ask for a burger :-D
The tarmac bit just before we hit Elliot I noticed that in gears 3,4 and 5 my clutch started slipping and when I went above 5000rpm in 5th at 120km/h it looses all power... So from Rhodes to Elliot I couldn't go any quicker than +-115km/h...
The rest of the day was a blur, trying to stay awake and positive. There was one interesting bit just outside Queenstown heading towards Fort Beaufort though, it was insanely hot and clear as far as the eye could see, but when we went down a quick and steep drop into a ravine, we found ourselves in one hell of a storm, we couldn't see more than a couple of meters in front of us... that was proper scary! It cooled us off though and we had some renewed focus for the rest of the trip to Addo.
We finally arrived in Addo at 19:30, 13 hours in the saddle of my 7.2kw donkey with a broken leg... tired as hell but a much stronger and deeper bond between myself and my dakkie! The fatigue was nothing CFT’s place couldn't fix though! With a delicious potjie, a few brandy and cokes and a Jagermeister or two... we soon had an awesome evening of laughter and stories!
Day three... bent, broken, bruised, babbelas, tired, trampled, trudged, trodden and back on the bike! After a day of note, I was strangely excited to get back on the saddle, which told me one thing, I’m hooked...
I thought to myself why? I know I love this but why? It is not about how fast I can get through bends, it is not because I want to measure member sizes, it is not because I want to be the best, most spoken of rider, it is not how much better I can feel about myself because I ride a KTM/BMW instead of BMW/KTM...
It is because of where it takes me, how I get there, what and how I experience, how free it makes me feel and how much more you get out of a trip on the saddle than in the car on the N3 down to Ballito...
Right! Now that I have realised I am in this thing for the long hall, we started the route to Addo at about 6:00, still with rattled nerves and ‘bomskok’, but determined to enjoy it! We went up Naude’s Nek, the road was in good condition and a lot less tricky than the previous day. I gradually built up my confidence but still progressed at a slow pace, on top we stopped for a leg stretch and a picture or two. The very first bit of the way down looked tricky and a familiar panic set in, loose rocks, ruts and high drop off to the left... I started riding down in a seated position and ‘walked’ it over the loose rocks but something still went wrong, my front wheel slipped out and I had a small tumble, just enough of a tumble to make me ignore all scenery and live in a bubble of concentration for the rest of the passes we went through that day, only focussing on the next obstacle or turn, very occasionally I would peek outside of the bubble and realize I was missing one hell of a road and some of the best scenery of the trip so far... so many awesome pictures were not taken that day...
Mountains turned into hills, hills turned into flat roads, flat roads turned onto lush valleys and eventually we hit tarmac. We went through a few places that would have been a nightmare if there had been more rain, hard dirt ruts that would have been insane to go through if wet and muddy. I have a few awe inspiring snapshots of the road we took that day, but they are all in my mind as we did not have the time to stop and take pictures.
We rode on to Elliot, had something to eat at Mountain Shadows hotel. It seems though that the whole eastern cape area below Lesotho only serves one of three dishes, sandwiches, pizza and chicken schnitzel... that’s it... and they look at you funny when you ask for a burger :-D
The tarmac bit just before we hit Elliot I noticed that in gears 3,4 and 5 my clutch started slipping and when I went above 5000rpm in 5th at 120km/h it looses all power... So from Rhodes to Elliot I couldn't go any quicker than +-115km/h...
The rest of the day was a blur, trying to stay awake and positive. There was one interesting bit just outside Queenstown heading towards Fort Beaufort though, it was insanely hot and clear as far as the eye could see, but when we went down a quick and steep drop into a ravine, we found ourselves in one hell of a storm, we couldn't see more than a couple of meters in front of us... that was proper scary! It cooled us off though and we had some renewed focus for the rest of the trip to Addo.
We finally arrived in Addo at 19:30, 13 hours in the saddle of my 7.2kw donkey with a broken leg... tired as hell but a much stronger and deeper bond between myself and my dakkie! The fatigue was nothing CFT’s place couldn't fix though! With a delicious potjie, a few brandy and cokes and a Jagermeister or two... we soon had an awesome evening of laughter and stories!
Yup, I know... but this is MY picture of the Naude's Nek sign...
Two slow okes and one babysitter
Mountain Shadows
Almost at Addo...
Addo at CFT's spot!!!
Boots at least 20-30 meters away from the house...
Party @ Turds!
Two slow okes and one babysitter
Mountain Shadows
Almost at Addo...
Addo at CFT's spot!!!
Boots at least 20-30 meters away from the house...
Party @ Turds!
GeVarlik
Pack Dog
All I can say is that day 3 was looooong. After consulting with the locals in Rhodes the previous evening we decided to break up into 2 groups...the brave and the not so brave. We had to make up some time as we didn't reach Elliot as planned. After we went through Naude's Nek, Dwerg and Bazinga set of to conquer Bastevoet pad.
The plan was that we would meet up in Elliot for a quick lunch and the we all head to Addo together. While having lunch we got the call..."Lyk nie of ons dit gaan maak nie."
After lunch we got back onto the bikes at headed towards Addo. We travelled via Queens town, Fort Beauford and Grhams town. It took a little bit of encouraging to keep the guys going as we were all tired. As we entered Addo a smile came across my face as it was truly beautiful as we followed the sunset for the last couple of kilometres. Really worth it ;D
We stayed over at Orange Elephant back packers where CFT treated us with a very tasty potjie, awesome hospitality, good conversation and we shared some giggles of our adventure so far. The imported scenery was also nice >
The facilities were brilliant.
The plan was that we would meet up in Elliot for a quick lunch and the we all head to Addo together. While having lunch we got the call..."Lyk nie of ons dit gaan maak nie."
After lunch we got back onto the bikes at headed towards Addo. We travelled via Queens town, Fort Beauford and Grhams town. It took a little bit of encouraging to keep the guys going as we were all tired. As we entered Addo a smile came across my face as it was truly beautiful as we followed the sunset for the last couple of kilometres. Really worth it ;D
We stayed over at Orange Elephant back packers where CFT treated us with a very tasty potjie, awesome hospitality, good conversation and we shared some giggles of our adventure so far. The imported scenery was also nice >
The facilities were brilliant.
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Day 4....295Km from Addo to Uitspan via Patensie and then Baviaanskloof
The day started with a fresh cup of coffee. We said our goodbyes...including to PietSkiet as we had to leave him behind. His clutch started to die a slow death... :-\
There was a particular feeling of excitement amongst us, because today we would ride the Baviaanskloof. We were escorted by Martina for a little while on some very nice gravel highways.
We then decided to get the day really started and chose the Elandsrivier road to Patensie where we met up with Scooterbike. After a quick brunch at Tolbos and a little squabble with the very pretty local waitress, it was time for the Baviaanskloof. We filled the bikes and then a confused Scooterbike looked at me as Dwerg and Basinga rode off into the wrong direction… “Maar is Baviaans nie anderkant toe nie?”
Luckily the detour was quick and we were on our way…
When we reached the entrance of the park at Baviaanskloof, we checked in and then we spent the next 20 minutes or so trying to convince them that Scooterbike’s motorcycle was indeed not an off-road scrambler but a fully licensed road legal motorcycle.
We then entered the gates and spent the following 4 hours riding through a magical place with some of the most beautiful scenery and some scattered wild life. The Baviaanskloof provides for some technical challenges, including water crossings, steep switchbacks and rocky down hills as you look down into the kloof. This is where you can test your bikes buoyancy.
Just a note…you should try and avoid the Parow Prodo’s. They don’t particularly care for the guys on motorcycles. Crazy Horse found that out quickly as he was bumped off his bike.
Other than that is was a spectacular ride and I really enjoyed it. When we exited the gates we still had about 50km to ride to Uitspan. This was a really nice gravel road and I picked up a little speed for the first time on the trip…I made Basinga eat some dust… :lol8:
When we got to Uitspan we cooled off with some beers and a dip in the pool. This was the first time on the trip where we really started to get into the holiday mood and relax. We then tried out the trampoline which provided for some interesting pictures. This was going to be a long night. They have an open bar policy, but decided to lock the doors at around 10. So we did what any other self respecting person would have done, and we bought some ice, coke and a bottle of brandy. We were not ready to go to bed yet. (Well some of us).
We then decided that it was a good idea not to pitch the tents and slept under that stars. What an experience.
The day started with a fresh cup of coffee. We said our goodbyes...including to PietSkiet as we had to leave him behind. His clutch started to die a slow death... :-\
There was a particular feeling of excitement amongst us, because today we would ride the Baviaanskloof. We were escorted by Martina for a little while on some very nice gravel highways.
We then decided to get the day really started and chose the Elandsrivier road to Patensie where we met up with Scooterbike. After a quick brunch at Tolbos and a little squabble with the very pretty local waitress, it was time for the Baviaanskloof. We filled the bikes and then a confused Scooterbike looked at me as Dwerg and Basinga rode off into the wrong direction… “Maar is Baviaans nie anderkant toe nie?”
Luckily the detour was quick and we were on our way…
When we reached the entrance of the park at Baviaanskloof, we checked in and then we spent the next 20 minutes or so trying to convince them that Scooterbike’s motorcycle was indeed not an off-road scrambler but a fully licensed road legal motorcycle.
We then entered the gates and spent the following 4 hours riding through a magical place with some of the most beautiful scenery and some scattered wild life. The Baviaanskloof provides for some technical challenges, including water crossings, steep switchbacks and rocky down hills as you look down into the kloof. This is where you can test your bikes buoyancy.
Just a note…you should try and avoid the Parow Prodo’s. They don’t particularly care for the guys on motorcycles. Crazy Horse found that out quickly as he was bumped off his bike.
Other than that is was a spectacular ride and I really enjoyed it. When we exited the gates we still had about 50km to ride to Uitspan. This was a really nice gravel road and I picked up a little speed for the first time on the trip…I made Basinga eat some dust… :lol8:
When we got to Uitspan we cooled off with some beers and a dip in the pool. This was the first time on the trip where we really started to get into the holiday mood and relax. We then tried out the trampoline which provided for some interesting pictures. This was going to be a long night. They have an open bar policy, but decided to lock the doors at around 10. So we did what any other self respecting person would have done, and we bought some ice, coke and a bottle of brandy. We were not ready to go to bed yet. (Well some of us).
We then decided that it was a good idea not to pitch the tents and slept under that stars. What an experience.
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