The weekend was really fun. My son and I booked campsites and got there to find all 180 other riders had descended on the place at the same time, and had parked all over the place, the organiser said, camp anywhere that you can. I like camping, the city veneer soon falls off. At this event, the veneer fell of very fast.
The announcer called for a psychiatrist to help with one competitor who had problems. He was complaining about something or other :imaposer:
I was too intimidated to put on my gear (I'm 64) until I saw the lady with a sportsbra and elbow guards, pants and a helmet. If she can ride like that, I said to myself, I can ride too! :laughing4:
So I put on my gear and set off. My 310 Husky smokes my son's KTM300 that has been ported :imaposer: (Its' the gearing)(he doesn't like me to tell anyone) and I zoomed up a really steep hill to find a field of gem-squash size rocks in a eroded section. Bit risky for a lone rider. So I turned back. But my son should have waited for me - he got stuck on top of a hill - couldn't go forward, couldn't go back, until a passing farmer on his bike who was using the cattle paths at the base of the hill, parked his bike and walked up to help. With 30 piccanins and a 30m length of mountaineering rope they pulled him out.
Most riders apparently turned back at the first hill.
Only 22 finished.
The average rider was extremely fit. At prize giving two of them did something wrong and the announcer said, "50 pushups each" and in a flash they were on the ground putting out 50 pushups.
My friend, who didn't finish, told me before the race, "On Monday I did 6,000 skips and on Tuesday I ran 5 kms so my dog was tired, and I wasn't, my broer, I'm going to crack this race!!!". It's his mudguard in the first photo. He got so cross when I asked him where he was, I was waiting at Hill One for him to crack the hill, :lol8: but he wasn't cross for long, he's got a very good heart :ricky:
The terrain, mostly very eroded cattle paths, or just veld, and kraals, was brilliant for the ride.
The announcer kindly invited me back next year, and when I said I would use a gps and go round the rocks, he laughed, and said, "You're welcome!!"