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Well this was an inaugural ride in two aspects; one was that it was the first time that Mrs K (Berns) had ever gone for a long ride with me. She has only ever gone on 4 rides with me and never more than 40kâ??s. The other was that it was the first multi day ride after the bikes engine was rebuilt.
As Berns had no real riding gear and I would be plagued by guilt if we fell off and she hurt herself because of this, I went a got her a great jacket and some really good looking boots the day before. I had also enlisted the help of the collective wisdom here to figure out what would be a great destination to aim for that would not be more than 2 hours away and would have some great gravel plus the ability to escape to tar if the need arose.
Greyton was the winner of that little research project. Next was to find accommodation in Greyton through the internet. If you try it, it is awash in places to stay ranging from up the high end of the wallet and caviar to the more "pitch your tent over there son, just mind the cow turds" kind of stuff. Normally I would have been right at home among the cows but as creature comfort is a great accommodator of amorous thoughts I thought that I would up the cost factor a little and picked out a place called the Lord Pickleby. R340.00 per person per night breakfast included.
So destination and accommodation was organised, just needed to get the departure time communicated and we should be all set to head off early-ish on Saturday.
This was where some variables crept in;
'Geez I am looking forward to this, we should head off at about 7.30 and so you need to be up"
"Fuck that! It's Saturday! What time do you want to arrive there, just after dawn!" She said sweetly.
Oops! I hadn't thought that that would be an issue and I had expected that she would be raring to go and we would have the day to fart about and get there by about 4pm. I was just going to have to stay firm on this and she would just have to bite the bullet and learn some of the wonderful aspects of riding on a crisp early morning.
So 11am was what we settled on.
See, I hadn't given in much.
Packing.
I had some reservations about this. But in the end my girl did me proud. My pile is on the right.
It was too good to last, just as we were locking the house she pointed to her handbag and make up case.
Hmmmm.
Ok, lets get the show on the road.
And we were off.
I took Sir Loweries, stopping to see if all was well, not too hot, not too cold, comfortable, etc?
I and turned at Grabouw and then took the great gravel to Greyton.
I thought there may have been a hassle in getting her to stand but, to my surprise she took to it like a pro.
At one of the stops.
Another stop saw one of these big boys.
And so we rolled into Greyton and found the Lord Pickleby.
Yeah Baby, groovy. Lots of comfort and style.
It is way above what I expected.
It is also run by an Ex Zim Couple; John and Joan. A nicer more fun host and hostess you couldn't wish for.
They are one of those young older people who never seem to stop. He is 80 and she is 73. Here I asked him for a photo and he said make sure you get my best side?
I can only hope I am half the amount of passion and fun when I get there.
Everything in Greyton is a stroll away, so we went a rustled up a late lunch
Great, home made and good value.
Back to the boudoir for a snooze then it was off to the Pepper Tree Restaurant.
Some arty fart photos taken on the stroll there.
Now any restaurant that has a 1930's 350cc, one of only two left in the world in the entrance can't be bad.
We had a great meal there and on the way out got chatting to the host Sergey from Croatia. He said the bike had been sold to a Scottish chap who is currently driving down through Africa and will take it back to Scotland in April next year. He insisted I try it out for size. The seat is well sprung but you have to admire the guys who raced these. The brakes are anything but and though he said it will get to 110kph it is not an experience that you'd want to try too often.
We were going to go next door for the France Argentina semi but as there was only standing space we retreated to the Lord and cracked a bottle of wine, and there after retreated to the passion palace.
Sunday morning, Mmmmmm, this beat cow turds.
Breakfast was very civilised and after having a great chat with John and Joan, headed out.
It was off to Caledon then Botriver via some back roads and the old Van der Stel pass road. Also got her to work the camera; not a bad first ever shot whilst riding.
I had been debating with myself as to whether I should risk putting her off forever by going up the old Hoewhoek pass road. It has a bit of sand and a lot of loos stuff towards the top.
I shouldnâ??t have worried, she handled the rougher stuff and was very comfortable standing the whole way up.
Over the pass, then just before the airport the rain started and I thought that might put a damper on things as I did not have any rain gear. But as it turned out this was the only bit of her that got wet.
I think I have a convert.
Cheers
As Berns had no real riding gear and I would be plagued by guilt if we fell off and she hurt herself because of this, I went a got her a great jacket and some really good looking boots the day before. I had also enlisted the help of the collective wisdom here to figure out what would be a great destination to aim for that would not be more than 2 hours away and would have some great gravel plus the ability to escape to tar if the need arose.
Greyton was the winner of that little research project. Next was to find accommodation in Greyton through the internet. If you try it, it is awash in places to stay ranging from up the high end of the wallet and caviar to the more "pitch your tent over there son, just mind the cow turds" kind of stuff. Normally I would have been right at home among the cows but as creature comfort is a great accommodator of amorous thoughts I thought that I would up the cost factor a little and picked out a place called the Lord Pickleby. R340.00 per person per night breakfast included.
So destination and accommodation was organised, just needed to get the departure time communicated and we should be all set to head off early-ish on Saturday.
This was where some variables crept in;
'Geez I am looking forward to this, we should head off at about 7.30 and so you need to be up"
"Fuck that! It's Saturday! What time do you want to arrive there, just after dawn!" She said sweetly.
Oops! I hadn't thought that that would be an issue and I had expected that she would be raring to go and we would have the day to fart about and get there by about 4pm. I was just going to have to stay firm on this and she would just have to bite the bullet and learn some of the wonderful aspects of riding on a crisp early morning.
So 11am was what we settled on.
See, I hadn't given in much.
Packing.
I had some reservations about this. But in the end my girl did me proud. My pile is on the right.
It was too good to last, just as we were locking the house she pointed to her handbag and make up case.
Hmmmm.
Ok, lets get the show on the road.
And we were off.
I took Sir Loweries, stopping to see if all was well, not too hot, not too cold, comfortable, etc?
I and turned at Grabouw and then took the great gravel to Greyton.
I thought there may have been a hassle in getting her to stand but, to my surprise she took to it like a pro.
At one of the stops.
Another stop saw one of these big boys.
And so we rolled into Greyton and found the Lord Pickleby.
Yeah Baby, groovy. Lots of comfort and style.
It is way above what I expected.
It is also run by an Ex Zim Couple; John and Joan. A nicer more fun host and hostess you couldn't wish for.
They are one of those young older people who never seem to stop. He is 80 and she is 73. Here I asked him for a photo and he said make sure you get my best side?
I can only hope I am half the amount of passion and fun when I get there.
Everything in Greyton is a stroll away, so we went a rustled up a late lunch
Great, home made and good value.
Back to the boudoir for a snooze then it was off to the Pepper Tree Restaurant.
Some arty fart photos taken on the stroll there.
Now any restaurant that has a 1930's 350cc, one of only two left in the world in the entrance can't be bad.
We had a great meal there and on the way out got chatting to the host Sergey from Croatia. He said the bike had been sold to a Scottish chap who is currently driving down through Africa and will take it back to Scotland in April next year. He insisted I try it out for size. The seat is well sprung but you have to admire the guys who raced these. The brakes are anything but and though he said it will get to 110kph it is not an experience that you'd want to try too often.
We were going to go next door for the France Argentina semi but as there was only standing space we retreated to the Lord and cracked a bottle of wine, and there after retreated to the passion palace.
Sunday morning, Mmmmmm, this beat cow turds.
Breakfast was very civilised and after having a great chat with John and Joan, headed out.
It was off to Caledon then Botriver via some back roads and the old Van der Stel pass road. Also got her to work the camera; not a bad first ever shot whilst riding.
I had been debating with myself as to whether I should risk putting her off forever by going up the old Hoewhoek pass road. It has a bit of sand and a lot of loos stuff towards the top.
I shouldnâ??t have worried, she handled the rougher stuff and was very comfortable standing the whole way up.
Over the pass, then just before the airport the rain started and I thought that might put a damper on things as I did not have any rain gear. But as it turned out this was the only bit of her that got wet.
I think I have a convert.
Cheers