OK let me start by saying I have no pics to add to this ride report appart from a bike visiting my garage and the only reason I'm starting it is because no one else is and I'd like to see some of the photo's taken.
Let me also say that unless you have read https://wilddog.net.za/forum/index.php?topic=16406.0 , then don't waste your time, cause I have just read the most epic ride report ever!!!
This report starts with a very unlikely "planning a ride" https://wilddog.net.za/forum/index.php?topic=16406.0
So here we are at 07h00 Sunday morning at the Westcoast village, LITO, Sack, Go Girl, N[]va, Topbox, Jacko and yours truly. As planned we will go on to the sand through the barriers at Builders Warehouse. (I think theyre trying to keep quads out, bikes go through freely).
That area is being developed so there's some daunting thick sand to get through in order to get to the "wilderness" that takes you to the Franklin dumpsite, where we would take the tar to Atlantis. This stretch is thick soft sand which looks suspicously like Phillipi building sand to me. At the detour point, we learnt that Go Girl was stuck in a hole and N[]va was told to go via an easier route with her as he was new to sand and the going was going to get tougher.
So I found out, on the way to the next turn, me being sweeper (slowest) got stuck twice and proved the target fixation theory (with a Port Jackson bush) to be true.
The friendly dogs waited for me to catch my smokers breath and re adjust my gear before we pushed off. SANDY WHOOPS AMONG THE PORT JACKSONS and other invaders. LITO, Jacko and then Topbox pull off, intent on sweeping, I wait for Sack to go and..... WHAM, Topbox hits the deck. He stays down for a while and gets up, but doesn't get going. We wait, still no intent, we go to see what's up, and Topbox is loosing colour. Oh sh!t, he recons he dislocated his sholder. What??????????? OK lets see, take of your jacket, no I can't so with a little help we take it off. Hmmmm not looking good. What now???
Sack takes off to let the rest know, I stay behind for support. LITO comes back and gives TB a ride out, I volunteer to fetch the 650R Whooo haaa (did anyone see that in my eyes I wonder)
We go to Z7 and TB is seriously worried about what SWMBO is going to say. Sack and I go back to salvage the XR, 2 UP ON A GS1200!!!!! going for sandy whoops, we must be NUTS. anyway, we made it and then what I've been waiting for nyam nyam. 4 kicks later and I can hear the Akrapovic agreeing with my methodology here we go. All I can say is its like playing snooker on a full size table (albeit badly) to playing a game of pool. Thanks TB, the ride was a jol!!!!!!!
Since we had a lunch arangement, we tolde LITO and Jacko to continue, now lats see those pics!!!!!!!!
And then this.....
Let me also say that unless you have read https://wilddog.net.za/forum/index.php?topic=16406.0 , then don't waste your time, cause I have just read the most epic ride report ever!!!
This report starts with a very unlikely "planning a ride" https://wilddog.net.za/forum/index.php?topic=16406.0
So here we are at 07h00 Sunday morning at the Westcoast village, LITO, Sack, Go Girl, N[]va, Topbox, Jacko and yours truly. As planned we will go on to the sand through the barriers at Builders Warehouse. (I think theyre trying to keep quads out, bikes go through freely).
That area is being developed so there's some daunting thick sand to get through in order to get to the "wilderness" that takes you to the Franklin dumpsite, where we would take the tar to Atlantis. This stretch is thick soft sand which looks suspicously like Phillipi building sand to me. At the detour point, we learnt that Go Girl was stuck in a hole and N[]va was told to go via an easier route with her as he was new to sand and the going was going to get tougher.
So I found out, on the way to the next turn, me being sweeper (slowest) got stuck twice and proved the target fixation theory (with a Port Jackson bush) to be true.
The friendly dogs waited for me to catch my smokers breath and re adjust my gear before we pushed off. SANDY WHOOPS AMONG THE PORT JACKSONS and other invaders. LITO, Jacko and then Topbox pull off, intent on sweeping, I wait for Sack to go and..... WHAM, Topbox hits the deck. He stays down for a while and gets up, but doesn't get going. We wait, still no intent, we go to see what's up, and Topbox is loosing colour. Oh sh!t, he recons he dislocated his sholder. What??????????? OK lets see, take of your jacket, no I can't so with a little help we take it off. Hmmmm not looking good. What now???
Sack takes off to let the rest know, I stay behind for support. LITO comes back and gives TB a ride out, I volunteer to fetch the 650R Whooo haaa (did anyone see that in my eyes I wonder)
We go to Z7 and TB is seriously worried about what SWMBO is going to say. Sack and I go back to salvage the XR, 2 UP ON A GS1200!!!!! going for sandy whoops, we must be NUTS. anyway, we made it and then what I've been waiting for nyam nyam. 4 kicks later and I can hear the Akrapovic agreeing with my methodology here we go. All I can say is its like playing snooker on a full size table (albeit badly) to playing a game of pool. Thanks TB, the ride was a jol!!!!!!!
Since we had a lunch arangement, we tolde LITO and Jacko to continue, now lats see those pics!!!!!!!!
And then this.....