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GRyPH said:
Die Karoo's het "steel reinforcement" en die TKC's nie. Ek hou self van die TKC's maar sal nie weer met TKC's Kaokoland toe gaan nie.
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Die Karoo's het "steel reinforcement" en die TKC's nie. Ek hou self van die TKC's maar sal nie weer met TKC's Kaokoland toe gaan nie.
Kobus Myburgh
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Oubones said:
I would prefer a more aggressive pattern for the sand than an E07. In Mitas, the E09 would work. I had them on my GSA and had no issues, BUT, I didn't put it through similar terrain.
Nismark had no punctures on the entire trip and he certainly didn't ride overly cautious. I have TKC's currently on my 990 for the last 1,500km without a puncture and have ridden more or less similar terrain. (Not Van Zyls). Only difference is I ride with HD tubes.
Never tried the Karoo's before.
BiG DoM
Desert Dog
I would imagine a tyre like the Mitas E09 Dakar would have been ideal - extra ply in the strong sidewall and not disimilar knobs to a TKC and Mitas XT 644 Army up front. These tyres can almost be a run-flat in some situations. But TKC are well proven and sponsorship must count, so not a bad decision by any means.
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ktmkobus said:
Agree with Kobus. I use the EO7 on my rear wheel as well, and it works good. It would have done most of the trip (if not almost all) without issues however the more agressive E09 would, as kobus said, be much better suited for the sandy terrain.
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Thanks for the feedback.GRyPH said:
I am hoping to go there with my f650 at some stage and think that the EO7 would be a better tyre to go there with and come back if you are riding all the way.
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I have done several Kaokoland trips on 650class bikes using the rear E-07, and always a front Pirelli MT21.
For what it's worth.
For what it's worth.
Scrat
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Please do forgive me.. I have missed a few deadlines and I will post a few pics from my side and not bore you with the same stories –
Van Zyls to Marble Camp.
This was one spectacular day!! As you have read Only sad thing is that my Gopro’s mem card was full and I only noticed that 30min after we left the camp… and all other cards was in the Iveco!!
Just some random pics of the day,
It really is spectacular to stand on top at the viewpoint at Van Zyls.
TO finally make it without any issues down the pass was one of the best feeling I had in a while. I will be honest… that amazing feeling of achievement! Sommer knop in my keel gekry!
And I cannot leave without leaving Mira a message – we will one day come together to show her this rock! Her rock!
Happiness ….
A well-deserved COLD one for getting through the past 2 crazy days…. With no issues!!
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Marble Camp to Purros
Today we heard that we will be tackling the long riverbed… yeah !!
I was looking forward to it as the AT was made for this! I was on the manual again and Kobus on the DCT… felt strange to be shifting gears again, I have to be honest – it felt as if I was cheating for the last 2 days. That damm DCT is just unbelievable in technical terrain! If you have not already – go and spoil yourself with a tesdrive,… but be sure to take it offroad and do some technical stuff with it!
As most of my story has already been told I will just share some picture with you all,
It was an awesome day and when we got to the end of the river section we were spoiled by the Crew. Waffles for lunch – prepared right there next to the riverbed!! Heaven.
Then the road to Purros – what a magical place it is – as you get closer you can feel it…. I cannot explain it but there is just something about that place! Best you go experience it for yourself!
One of the highlights of the trip was to have my brother there, yip he is one of those real Namibian gentlemen. Always helping out where he can – and doing it with a smile!
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Purros Rest day
Waking up and knowing you can be relaxed was awesome.. no Iveco to pack
Today was rest day- maintenance day,,,, again I will not bore you with to much details!
When most of our duties was finished we were told to be ready that afternoon with boots and helmet. There was a lot of ideas of what Hardy and his team have got in store for us….
We were all wrong….
We were escorted to an area a few Km’s away up the valley. Here we had an hour to spend all by yourself!
Here i realized again that by just looking around me – we are damm fortunate to be sitting here– I missed my family – I was overwhelmed by emotion and tears rolled down my cheeks – and at the same time I was happy to be alive – just to be one with the world – I could stay here for ever – I am happy…..
This place is magical….. Want to take the fam to that special place one day!
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Purros to Palmwag
It felt sad leaving this place – but also exciting to tackle the next stage!
The Purros canyon is spectacular! The one moment you are in the nothingness of the desert and then all of a sudden you have this oasis of running water – sweet clear water . Just amazing!
Not ta far into the canyon we were stopped by Hardy and his team- Jabo , the male elephant was spotted with a female and calf. This flagged all the red flags and it was decided not to carry on but rather make a U-turn and take the less scenic route. The safer option.
It was a very dusty and HOT day again,,, and with barely any vegetation.
The closer we got to Palmwag the more grass could be seen –
We were greeted with a fuel station – the 1st one since filling up in Palmwag a week ago.
The other days we used the fuel carried by the support crew to fill up the bikes.
And of course there must be a shop somewhere – I had the best Coka Cola here – and a whole packet of Simba chips!! Heaven!!
Our last stretch to Palwag was a bit boring – no crazy mountain road to clear – just gravel highways … but the Africa Twin absorbed these roads with ease!
The support crew coming into Plamwag.
Sunset in the camp
Everyone started to realize that all this , this awesome adventure… is coming to an end and there is nothing we can do about it!
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Palmwag to Brandberg
We were told that we better get ready as we will be encountering lots of sand today – now for use West Coast peeps Sand is what we love – but there was some nervous faces in the camp that morning.
We took the gravel highway all the way to twyfelfontein and then headed towards the Burning Mountain.
We then carried on with a spectacular jeep track taking us past some amazing welwitschia plants.
The river beds started and the sand monster started biting some guys….
We stopped to regroup before the one hectic riverbed – the sand here was like quicksand… feels like it will swallow the bike if you dare to stop…
We all eventually made it to the other side – about 5 km of hectic riverbed..
Shortly after this we started heading to the dune fields – ooooh yeah!
It was really fun and i enjoyed every moment – I could see that Kobus was also in Heaven!
The one thing I noticed and I have to be honest – I think this is the only negative thing I can say about the DCT is that when you are in deep / soft sand you would normally put the bike in 2nd gear and then gooi gas and take off in sand. The DCT you cannot do it – you have to be clever with the manoeuvring of the gear buttons to shift it to 2nd gear manually as soon as you feel you are getting momentum. But we were told this will be addressed and a software upgrade would be able to fix this …. AWESOME!!
We were once again riding like Dakar stars in the sand on this day!!
Happiness is….
We pulled into Brandberg campsite and so the last sunset in the Namib wilderness greeted us…
This evening we had a few beers and we all shared some stories of the trip and how it affected us…
Not wanting this day to end…
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Brandberg to Windhoek..
And here we started the last day of this EPIC trip – knowing that this will be our last breakfast together – it was kinda sad – spending 2 weeks with these lunatics – you start to feel like family ..gonna miss this…
I used some superglue earlier that week to try and just keep my boots together,,, but had to get the ducktape in to secure the lot… and after the Purros canyon… my boots will never be the same…. They will be handed over to a new loving home when we get to Windhoek…..
The road started feeling LONG now- gravel highways, getting closer to Windhoek…. Getting closer to the end… Spoke to Kobus and we were ready to carry on for another week – it has been EPIC so far!
We got onto the main road to Windhoek.. aaarg – here we had to look out for the other road users again – it was a Friday afternoon and the road started getting busy –
The road from Okahanja to Windhoek was hectic!
In my personal opinion this was the most dangerous road of the whole 2 weeks! Bring on Van Zyls, the sand whatever… BUT this damm traffic – Friday afternoon and everyone is rushing out of the city…
But we all made it safely to Pupkewitz Honda and was forced to leave our loyal stallions behind… it was hard but we left with the hope that after the night has passed we will be reunited again after winning the Quest ……. (I think we were all secretly thinking that same thing)
It was a rush to get cleaned and ready for the prize giving… and to get our hand on that cold beer!
Stories was shared around the pool and the excitement was electric –
But not long and it was time to announce the winners –
Nope it was not me and Kobus – BUT Charl and Hennie! Julle Bliksems !
These guys really do deserve it ! real adventurers – Well done julle!!
It was such an awesome experience being part of this group - this Quest Family! It will be something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Stories I will tell my grandchildren!
Thanks to Barend and everyone involved from Honda South Africa.
Thanks to Hardy and his Super Awesome Team from Specialized Adventures that made all this possible
Thanks to Kobus, my partner and now a friend for life! You made this quest trip epic for me my friend – I hope that we will be able to ride together, exploring the unknown sommer gou gou weer!
And thanks to all the rest of the quest family! You guys are all crazy…. But I love that! thanks for making every day EPIC!
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Van Zyls to Marble Camp.
This was one spectacular day!! As you have read Only sad thing is that my Gopro’s mem card was full and I only noticed that 30min after we left the camp… and all other cards was in the Iveco!!
Just some random pics of the day,
It really is spectacular to stand on top at the viewpoint at Van Zyls.
TO finally make it without any issues down the pass was one of the best feeling I had in a while. I will be honest… that amazing feeling of achievement! Sommer knop in my keel gekry!
And I cannot leave without leaving Mira a message – we will one day come together to show her this rock! Her rock!
This section was AWESOME!!! Like Kobus said… we were having the time of our lives!! I am getting goosbumps as I am writing this… wow….ktmkobus said:
Happiness ….
A well-deserved COLD one for getting through the past 2 crazy days…. With no issues!!
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Marble Camp to Purros
Today we heard that we will be tackling the long riverbed… yeah !!
I was looking forward to it as the AT was made for this! I was on the manual again and Kobus on the DCT… felt strange to be shifting gears again, I have to be honest – it felt as if I was cheating for the last 2 days. That damm DCT is just unbelievable in technical terrain! If you have not already – go and spoil yourself with a tesdrive,… but be sure to take it offroad and do some technical stuff with it!
As most of my story has already been told I will just share some picture with you all,
It was an awesome day and when we got to the end of the river section we were spoiled by the Crew. Waffles for lunch – prepared right there next to the riverbed!! Heaven.
Then the road to Purros – what a magical place it is – as you get closer you can feel it…. I cannot explain it but there is just something about that place! Best you go experience it for yourself!
One of the highlights of the trip was to have my brother there, yip he is one of those real Namibian gentlemen. Always helping out where he can – and doing it with a smile!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Purros Rest day
Waking up and knowing you can be relaxed was awesome.. no Iveco to pack
Today was rest day- maintenance day,,,, again I will not bore you with to much details!
When most of our duties was finished we were told to be ready that afternoon with boots and helmet. There was a lot of ideas of what Hardy and his team have got in store for us….
We were all wrong….
We were escorted to an area a few Km’s away up the valley. Here we had an hour to spend all by yourself!
Here i realized again that by just looking around me – we are damm fortunate to be sitting here– I missed my family – I was overwhelmed by emotion and tears rolled down my cheeks – and at the same time I was happy to be alive – just to be one with the world – I could stay here for ever – I am happy…..
This place is magical….. Want to take the fam to that special place one day!
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Purros to Palmwag
It felt sad leaving this place – but also exciting to tackle the next stage!
The Purros canyon is spectacular! The one moment you are in the nothingness of the desert and then all of a sudden you have this oasis of running water – sweet clear water . Just amazing!
Not ta far into the canyon we were stopped by Hardy and his team- Jabo , the male elephant was spotted with a female and calf. This flagged all the red flags and it was decided not to carry on but rather make a U-turn and take the less scenic route. The safer option.
It was a very dusty and HOT day again,,, and with barely any vegetation.
The closer we got to Palmwag the more grass could be seen –
We were greeted with a fuel station – the 1st one since filling up in Palmwag a week ago.
The other days we used the fuel carried by the support crew to fill up the bikes.
And of course there must be a shop somewhere – I had the best Coka Cola here – and a whole packet of Simba chips!! Heaven!!
Our last stretch to Palwag was a bit boring – no crazy mountain road to clear – just gravel highways … but the Africa Twin absorbed these roads with ease!
The support crew coming into Plamwag.
Sunset in the camp
Everyone started to realize that all this , this awesome adventure… is coming to an end and there is nothing we can do about it!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Palmwag to Brandberg
We were told that we better get ready as we will be encountering lots of sand today – now for use West Coast peeps Sand is what we love – but there was some nervous faces in the camp that morning.
We took the gravel highway all the way to twyfelfontein and then headed towards the Burning Mountain.
We then carried on with a spectacular jeep track taking us past some amazing welwitschia plants.
The river beds started and the sand monster started biting some guys….
We stopped to regroup before the one hectic riverbed – the sand here was like quicksand… feels like it will swallow the bike if you dare to stop…
We all eventually made it to the other side – about 5 km of hectic riverbed..
Shortly after this we started heading to the dune fields – ooooh yeah!
It was really fun and i enjoyed every moment – I could see that Kobus was also in Heaven!
The one thing I noticed and I have to be honest – I think this is the only negative thing I can say about the DCT is that when you are in deep / soft sand you would normally put the bike in 2nd gear and then gooi gas and take off in sand. The DCT you cannot do it – you have to be clever with the manoeuvring of the gear buttons to shift it to 2nd gear manually as soon as you feel you are getting momentum. But we were told this will be addressed and a software upgrade would be able to fix this …. AWESOME!!
We were once again riding like Dakar stars in the sand on this day!!
Happiness is….
We pulled into Brandberg campsite and so the last sunset in the Namib wilderness greeted us…
This evening we had a few beers and we all shared some stories of the trip and how it affected us…
Not wanting this day to end…
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brandberg to Windhoek..
And here we started the last day of this EPIC trip – knowing that this will be our last breakfast together – it was kinda sad – spending 2 weeks with these lunatics – you start to feel like family ..gonna miss this…
I used some superglue earlier that week to try and just keep my boots together,,, but had to get the ducktape in to secure the lot… and after the Purros canyon… my boots will never be the same…. They will be handed over to a new loving home when we get to Windhoek…..
The road started feeling LONG now- gravel highways, getting closer to Windhoek…. Getting closer to the end… Spoke to Kobus and we were ready to carry on for another week – it has been EPIC so far!
We got onto the main road to Windhoek.. aaarg – here we had to look out for the other road users again – it was a Friday afternoon and the road started getting busy –
The road from Okahanja to Windhoek was hectic!
In my personal opinion this was the most dangerous road of the whole 2 weeks! Bring on Van Zyls, the sand whatever… BUT this damm traffic – Friday afternoon and everyone is rushing out of the city…
But we all made it safely to Pupkewitz Honda and was forced to leave our loyal stallions behind… it was hard but we left with the hope that after the night has passed we will be reunited again after winning the Quest ……. (I think we were all secretly thinking that same thing)
It was a rush to get cleaned and ready for the prize giving… and to get our hand on that cold beer!
Stories was shared around the pool and the excitement was electric –
But not long and it was time to announce the winners –
Nope it was not me and Kobus – BUT Charl and Hennie! Julle Bliksems !
These guys really do deserve it ! real adventurers – Well done julle!!
It was such an awesome experience being part of this group - this Quest Family! It will be something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Stories I will tell my grandchildren!
Thanks to Barend and everyone involved from Honda South Africa.
Thanks to Hardy and his Super Awesome Team from Specialized Adventures that made all this possible
Thanks to Kobus, my partner and now a friend for life! You made this quest trip epic for me my friend – I hope that we will be able to ride together, exploring the unknown sommer gou gou weer!
And thanks to all the rest of the quest family! You guys are all crazy…. But I love that! thanks for making every day EPIC!
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Day 11
Palmwag to Brandberg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkPYaVVO6-M
My phone had a bit of moisture in the cell phone lens from the water the day before.
Coming back to Palmwag had a bit of Déjà vu and not in a great way. It’s just a personal experience; some trips I’ve done, repeating a night at a camp means the second time is towards the end.
The temperatures were cooler again, it was a little nippy this morning.
Quick refuel
And then relatively boring road. I was on the DCT and it’s a dream to do this kind of stuff with. It sorts itself out and leaves you to sightsee. None of this right revs, right gear rubbish.
I suppose now is as good a time as any to give my impressions of the DCT. I played a lot with the different modes.
1 - Full manual I used on extreme technical or slow going. Second gear is outstanding, it’s a tractor gear and very useable in almost anything slow.
2 - On auto, I tended to use the Sport mode rather than just Drive. Sport 3, the most aggressive throttle mode was too busy - it would hold onto gears way too long and felt a bit like the bike was keen to stay in the power and out of the torque. I didn’t like it at all. Sport 1 and 2 were more to my liking, but they didn’t seem that different to me. Even with all this going on, it will still accept input from the + or – buttons to go to a gear I preferred if the box felt a bit off. Make no mistake, it’s very seldom wrong and it really only needed to be nudged to another gear in anticipation of something. Eg coming to a steep section or wanting a higher gear to lift the front a bit. It’s not stupid either; on steep long down hills it will hold the gear until the throttle is applied so it will very effectively engine brake the bike.
3 - I found it interesting to see what my tolerance level was for the traction control. I found that on the whole and especially in the more difficult bits I had it turned off. But in the interests of trying the whole lot out, it was on roads like this that I played around with it. The most aggressive TC settling was too much for me – the bike farts and it will cut in even when mildly accelerating. What it did surprise and teach me was that even when going straight and accelerating even mildly, there is almost always some spin. Level 1 is surprisingly tolerant of hooligan behaviour and will let you get quite far into a power slide before the nanny intervenes. 2 is between the 2. What I did find interesting was that level 1 traction control felt very familiar to my own throttling for traction when I was trying to go fast and not over spin the rear. Level 2 matched my feel for the rear when cruising along an being gentle.
4 - The DCT has a gravel button, apparently it speeds up gear changes but I couldn’t tell.
5 – ABS can be turned off on the back but remains on on the front all the time. It is very very good. I never caught it out once and it never left me feeling unsafe.
Best of all, ALL gearbox and torque modes can be fiddled with whilst on the move. It doesn’t need to come to a halt like some brands…. to get from one mode to another. Also, it’s all very intuitive. I think it’s a flipping clever system. If I had my way I’d go DCT over manual every single time.
At some stage, Kobus got the first rear puncture of the trip, he couldn’t find what caused it.
Johannes giving Ockie a quick map session of what was to come. He’s a fountain of knowledge.
Just before Twyfelfontein, Phillip and I missed a turnoff. Glen had apparently waited at a turnoff, but was hidden by a 4x4 as we came past. Stoffel caught us not far down the road looking a bit lost at some hotel. Twyfelfontein was a bittersweet place for me. My old friend Craig and I stopped here for some splendid beers a long time ago. I had seen the rock art and chose not to go in to do it again. I was a little melancholic, the trip was coming to an end… or so I thought.
Try to get the Lodge in an arty farty way. Fail
Then a quick pit stop at Burnt Mountain. It gets its name from a peculiar black rock that looks a little like an old slag heap. It is sort of, it’s the long ago ignited shale deposits from ancient seas.
It was really warm now
Next up was a Welwitschia forests. One associates forests, with, well, forests. This being desert and these being the living fossils – the Welwitschia - it doesn’t quite work that way. They are on a plain spread apart a few 10’s to 100’s of meters apart. It’s an ancient feeling place.
Artsy photo of other wood.
Palmwag to Brandberg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkPYaVVO6-M
My phone had a bit of moisture in the cell phone lens from the water the day before.
Coming back to Palmwag had a bit of Déjà vu and not in a great way. It’s just a personal experience; some trips I’ve done, repeating a night at a camp means the second time is towards the end.
The temperatures were cooler again, it was a little nippy this morning.
Quick refuel
And then relatively boring road. I was on the DCT and it’s a dream to do this kind of stuff with. It sorts itself out and leaves you to sightsee. None of this right revs, right gear rubbish.
I suppose now is as good a time as any to give my impressions of the DCT. I played a lot with the different modes.
1 - Full manual I used on extreme technical or slow going. Second gear is outstanding, it’s a tractor gear and very useable in almost anything slow.
2 - On auto, I tended to use the Sport mode rather than just Drive. Sport 3, the most aggressive throttle mode was too busy - it would hold onto gears way too long and felt a bit like the bike was keen to stay in the power and out of the torque. I didn’t like it at all. Sport 1 and 2 were more to my liking, but they didn’t seem that different to me. Even with all this going on, it will still accept input from the + or – buttons to go to a gear I preferred if the box felt a bit off. Make no mistake, it’s very seldom wrong and it really only needed to be nudged to another gear in anticipation of something. Eg coming to a steep section or wanting a higher gear to lift the front a bit. It’s not stupid either; on steep long down hills it will hold the gear until the throttle is applied so it will very effectively engine brake the bike.
3 - I found it interesting to see what my tolerance level was for the traction control. I found that on the whole and especially in the more difficult bits I had it turned off. But in the interests of trying the whole lot out, it was on roads like this that I played around with it. The most aggressive TC settling was too much for me – the bike farts and it will cut in even when mildly accelerating. What it did surprise and teach me was that even when going straight and accelerating even mildly, there is almost always some spin. Level 1 is surprisingly tolerant of hooligan behaviour and will let you get quite far into a power slide before the nanny intervenes. 2 is between the 2. What I did find interesting was that level 1 traction control felt very familiar to my own throttling for traction when I was trying to go fast and not over spin the rear. Level 2 matched my feel for the rear when cruising along an being gentle.
4 - The DCT has a gravel button, apparently it speeds up gear changes but I couldn’t tell.
5 – ABS can be turned off on the back but remains on on the front all the time. It is very very good. I never caught it out once and it never left me feeling unsafe.
Best of all, ALL gearbox and torque modes can be fiddled with whilst on the move. It doesn’t need to come to a halt like some brands…. to get from one mode to another. Also, it’s all very intuitive. I think it’s a flipping clever system. If I had my way I’d go DCT over manual every single time.
At some stage, Kobus got the first rear puncture of the trip, he couldn’t find what caused it.
Johannes giving Ockie a quick map session of what was to come. He’s a fountain of knowledge.
Just before Twyfelfontein, Phillip and I missed a turnoff. Glen had apparently waited at a turnoff, but was hidden by a 4x4 as we came past. Stoffel caught us not far down the road looking a bit lost at some hotel. Twyfelfontein was a bittersweet place for me. My old friend Craig and I stopped here for some splendid beers a long time ago. I had seen the rock art and chose not to go in to do it again. I was a little melancholic, the trip was coming to an end… or so I thought.
Try to get the Lodge in an arty farty way. Fail
Then a quick pit stop at Burnt Mountain. It gets its name from a peculiar black rock that looks a little like an old slag heap. It is sort of, it’s the long ago ignited shale deposits from ancient seas.
It was really warm now
Next up was a Welwitschia forests. One associates forests, with, well, forests. This being desert and these being the living fossils – the Welwitschia - it doesn’t quite work that way. They are on a plain spread apart a few 10’s to 100’s of meters apart. It’s an ancient feeling place.
Artsy photo of other wood.
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All this time, the crew were seeming a little antsy. They kept on muttering amongst themselves about something up ahead and we seemed to be on a tight schedule. There wasn’t much time to muck about. Something about Landcruiser hill?....
Then the track started to get sandier. Grant was doing well, until an innocuous little drift. He didn’t fall but snaked all over and finally parked it on its side. This happened again and again. Grant was getting frustrated as he’d started really well looking comfortable and cleaning the earlier bits. Glen and I would gun it over to him and help him up. It was proper hot now too.
Little did we or even Glen know that he had a broken collarbone at that point. Grant was doing everything he could to coach him and help him. He’d been a proper wingman, I could see he was running out of hero steam and Glen was running out of superman pills. At one particularly nasty off, I asked Phil and Glen if they minded if I ride with Grant and they ride together. All 3 were up for it.
Grant and I had a little chat. He was really stressing that this being the last real day and after Ockies GPS said 38 k's to go, he was not a happy boy, I remember him saying, “****! I'm ******, 38k's to go!I don’t know if I can do it. I do not want it to end like this!”
It was really hot now, into the 40’s.
“Do you know how you eat an elephant?” I asked.
He looked at me with a bit of desperation and tons of sweat like I was mad, “What?!”
“1km at a time” I was mixing metaphors but **** it, it seemed to work. I promised him that if he stuck to my trail, we’d find a way through.
The 4 of us being at the back picked our way through the sand. Me leading and Grant tucked in behind.
I was picking lines that kept him out of the thickest stuff and in as much vegetation as possible. He was looking steadier with each km. At an easier bit I rode up to him and shouted “2 down, 36 to go!! How do you like them elephants!” He smiled and punched the air. My mixed metaphors weren't getting any better.
We threaded our way down the path and came to the foot of Landcruiser Hill. It’s a 4 or 5km long very deep sand rise. Once it was our turn, I headed off up the right hand side, about a third of the way up, doing about 40 or 50, there were suddenly aardvark holes dotted all around. ****! It was too late to stop and so I threaded myself between the first few and slowed to see if Grant was going to hit them. Like a champ he was glued to my line. Sadly though, about 2/3rds of the way up, he stalled out an stepped off the bike.
The DCT bike that both he and I were on didn’t like starting in deep hot sand. It will not allow the bike to be started in 2nd gear. So the technique is to rev the **** off the bike in 1st to get going, then once it’s making enough speed try to force it into 2nd gear. The bikes computer won’t let 2nd be hooked till going about 20kph or at full throttle. So it’s a bit of a catch 22; It’s tough to get going in 1st, it’s hard to get it up to 20kph, but as soon as you tap off slightly to let it get 2nd, the speed falls. It takes a degree of lack of mechanical sympathy to be brutal enough to get 2nd. However once in 2nd, all’s well and it’s a champion.
Grant was really struggling. John and Janco had a private word with me and were suggesting that he pack it in and get in the truck. The crest of the hill didn’t seem far. I had one more trick to try.
Rightfully so, with all his injuries, Grant was on the DCT. I asked him to swap to the manual as I knew he’d find it a little harder to operate the clutch but he wouldn’t have the getting going issues. Glen was ready to try anything, Grant needed a little more persuasion. I didn’t really leave him with an option.
He was beyond really arguing and was just trying to survive. He swapped bikes, gritted his teeth, selected 2nd, dropped the clutch and just like that, disappeared over the hill with Glen in hot pursuit! I think I managed to hold a tear back, **** Yeah!
With Grant sorted, I went off to help the other stragglers. Marcel and Pieters bikes were both beeping at them. They both had DCT’s and in all the abuse, we think their autogearboxes were overheating or something. Marcel was a little stressed that he’d broken the bike. Hardy’s words must have been playing on his mind, “you break it, you’re out of the competition”
In the video I made, That’s John takin Marcels bike for a quick spin to test the gearbox wasn’t broken.
Once they were sorted, it was just John and I at the back.
We had a bit of a gap to the rest and for a good 10k’s or so, we spanked the bikes down the track.
It was the first time on the whole trip that I really let it have its head. We were at rally race pace. A few things stood out;
The engine can really sing and is not scared to be revved. The autogearbox has no problems keeping up with the riding; it will happily go down or up instantly at a touch of the triggers.
The suspension is soft for this type of thing and can’t handle really big hits but wasn’t too bad for the sand. It tracks very straight.
The weight is a little too far forward so it pivots around the front leaving the rear traction a little loose. It will turn in on the sand well though and doesn’t understeer.
The standing riding position is near classic, comfortable and controlling.
The pegs are ****.
We screamed down the track, I could hear John behind me whooping in delight.
Then we got to the camera guys and slowed, just then the drone pilot was shouting that he was sure he’s just seen a death! He looked white. “just up ahead there is a monstrous crash! He must be injured badly!”
When we got to Charl not many seconds later, he was dusting himself off and looking a little sheepish, but apart from a bit of a lame thigh and a broken hand guard, nothing else was wrong. We thought the drone operator had been a little dramatic…. Until we saw the footage later. Charl had properly bought a piece of the Brandberg Plain.
It just wouldn’t have been right not to have to fix another just before camp. Johannes’ turn.
I think it was the light that did it. As I came over the last hill, the Brandberg was spectacular! It was bathed in a reddish glow and looked a little prehistoric. My day had started out so so, but I was really happy about the way it turned out and in particular that Grant had made it.
We were all in a good mood. There was much banter during the chores.
Superman was even smiling.
Then, it was Phillips presentation.
And after that a little test. Apparently the top 5 teams were so close, we had to do a 45 question test to separate us. It would be on anything that had happened on the trip or the presentations. Earlier in Palmwag, each of us had to give the crew a question and an answer that could be asked from our presentation that they would use in this test.
We were nervous. Both Phillip and I had really rated our chances up until then and were confident that we had to have been in the top 5. If we aced this, we would home and dry…. Hopefully.
The crew hovered like hawks to ensure not cheating.
The questions were pretty tough with many a groan going through the group. By the end when we’d handed in our papers, we felt that we’d done ok. In the autopsy later with the others, we’d missed a few and got a few wrong, but had got a few that others hadn’t. We were happy. We done ok and enough we thought not to dim our confidence at winning the thing. It was very exciting to be in that place. Tomorrow was going to be the proof.
But, there were more immediate issues to resolve…. Beer!
Clinton, Johannes and myself resolved to solve this little conundrum and set off in the pitch dark for the apparently nearby camp bar. Johannes knew the owner apparently and more importantly was an elephant expert. The former was important but as we set off the latter became VERY important to Clinton and I. We though Johannes had said not that far. Once we got going, he let on that it was about a k. More than that, it was quite thick river bush and there were fresh elephant tracks and dung all over!
Clinton and I being city clowns were scared shitless and suddenly beer didn’t seem that important. I really didn’t feel like having to try out run an elephant which even with my limited knowledge of elephant I know is impossible. I suppose I just had to out run either Johannes or Clinton if it came down to it and I was sure that wasn’t going to go well either.
Once back, we were called one by one to present our humanitarian project. Phil and I were last. The crew looked miserably cold. We had a good fire going, they just had camera lights and cold breeze. By the time I got to them, I got the sense my normal ability to hold a good banter session was going to cost me points. I was short and sweet.
Mine was to get containers converted to classrooms, branded with Honda slogans and then given to the very poorest schools. I was sure I could get a client of mine who is the largest shipping container business in the world to get on board.
“Any questions?” I asked.
Nope?
They WERE cold!
Our night ended far better around the fire supping on beers having a good laugh with our arses heated by the coals under the chair trick. Many hadn’t seen it before but were instant converts once I showed them.
Then the track started to get sandier. Grant was doing well, until an innocuous little drift. He didn’t fall but snaked all over and finally parked it on its side. This happened again and again. Grant was getting frustrated as he’d started really well looking comfortable and cleaning the earlier bits. Glen and I would gun it over to him and help him up. It was proper hot now too.
Little did we or even Glen know that he had a broken collarbone at that point. Grant was doing everything he could to coach him and help him. He’d been a proper wingman, I could see he was running out of hero steam and Glen was running out of superman pills. At one particularly nasty off, I asked Phil and Glen if they minded if I ride with Grant and they ride together. All 3 were up for it.
Grant and I had a little chat. He was really stressing that this being the last real day and after Ockies GPS said 38 k's to go, he was not a happy boy, I remember him saying, “****! I'm ******, 38k's to go!I don’t know if I can do it. I do not want it to end like this!”
It was really hot now, into the 40’s.
“Do you know how you eat an elephant?” I asked.
He looked at me with a bit of desperation and tons of sweat like I was mad, “What?!”
“1km at a time” I was mixing metaphors but **** it, it seemed to work. I promised him that if he stuck to my trail, we’d find a way through.
The 4 of us being at the back picked our way through the sand. Me leading and Grant tucked in behind.
I was picking lines that kept him out of the thickest stuff and in as much vegetation as possible. He was looking steadier with each km. At an easier bit I rode up to him and shouted “2 down, 36 to go!! How do you like them elephants!” He smiled and punched the air. My mixed metaphors weren't getting any better.
We threaded our way down the path and came to the foot of Landcruiser Hill. It’s a 4 or 5km long very deep sand rise. Once it was our turn, I headed off up the right hand side, about a third of the way up, doing about 40 or 50, there were suddenly aardvark holes dotted all around. ****! It was too late to stop and so I threaded myself between the first few and slowed to see if Grant was going to hit them. Like a champ he was glued to my line. Sadly though, about 2/3rds of the way up, he stalled out an stepped off the bike.
The DCT bike that both he and I were on didn’t like starting in deep hot sand. It will not allow the bike to be started in 2nd gear. So the technique is to rev the **** off the bike in 1st to get going, then once it’s making enough speed try to force it into 2nd gear. The bikes computer won’t let 2nd be hooked till going about 20kph or at full throttle. So it’s a bit of a catch 22; It’s tough to get going in 1st, it’s hard to get it up to 20kph, but as soon as you tap off slightly to let it get 2nd, the speed falls. It takes a degree of lack of mechanical sympathy to be brutal enough to get 2nd. However once in 2nd, all’s well and it’s a champion.
Grant was really struggling. John and Janco had a private word with me and were suggesting that he pack it in and get in the truck. The crest of the hill didn’t seem far. I had one more trick to try.
Rightfully so, with all his injuries, Grant was on the DCT. I asked him to swap to the manual as I knew he’d find it a little harder to operate the clutch but he wouldn’t have the getting going issues. Glen was ready to try anything, Grant needed a little more persuasion. I didn’t really leave him with an option.
He was beyond really arguing and was just trying to survive. He swapped bikes, gritted his teeth, selected 2nd, dropped the clutch and just like that, disappeared over the hill with Glen in hot pursuit! I think I managed to hold a tear back, **** Yeah!
With Grant sorted, I went off to help the other stragglers. Marcel and Pieters bikes were both beeping at them. They both had DCT’s and in all the abuse, we think their autogearboxes were overheating or something. Marcel was a little stressed that he’d broken the bike. Hardy’s words must have been playing on his mind, “you break it, you’re out of the competition”
In the video I made, That’s John takin Marcels bike for a quick spin to test the gearbox wasn’t broken.
Once they were sorted, it was just John and I at the back.
We had a bit of a gap to the rest and for a good 10k’s or so, we spanked the bikes down the track.
It was the first time on the whole trip that I really let it have its head. We were at rally race pace. A few things stood out;
The engine can really sing and is not scared to be revved. The autogearbox has no problems keeping up with the riding; it will happily go down or up instantly at a touch of the triggers.
The suspension is soft for this type of thing and can’t handle really big hits but wasn’t too bad for the sand. It tracks very straight.
The weight is a little too far forward so it pivots around the front leaving the rear traction a little loose. It will turn in on the sand well though and doesn’t understeer.
The standing riding position is near classic, comfortable and controlling.
The pegs are ****.
We screamed down the track, I could hear John behind me whooping in delight.
Then we got to the camera guys and slowed, just then the drone pilot was shouting that he was sure he’s just seen a death! He looked white. “just up ahead there is a monstrous crash! He must be injured badly!”
When we got to Charl not many seconds later, he was dusting himself off and looking a little sheepish, but apart from a bit of a lame thigh and a broken hand guard, nothing else was wrong. We thought the drone operator had been a little dramatic…. Until we saw the footage later. Charl had properly bought a piece of the Brandberg Plain.
It just wouldn’t have been right not to have to fix another just before camp. Johannes’ turn.
I think it was the light that did it. As I came over the last hill, the Brandberg was spectacular! It was bathed in a reddish glow and looked a little prehistoric. My day had started out so so, but I was really happy about the way it turned out and in particular that Grant had made it.
We were all in a good mood. There was much banter during the chores.
Superman was even smiling.
Then, it was Phillips presentation.
And after that a little test. Apparently the top 5 teams were so close, we had to do a 45 question test to separate us. It would be on anything that had happened on the trip or the presentations. Earlier in Palmwag, each of us had to give the crew a question and an answer that could be asked from our presentation that they would use in this test.
We were nervous. Both Phillip and I had really rated our chances up until then and were confident that we had to have been in the top 5. If we aced this, we would home and dry…. Hopefully.
The crew hovered like hawks to ensure not cheating.
The questions were pretty tough with many a groan going through the group. By the end when we’d handed in our papers, we felt that we’d done ok. In the autopsy later with the others, we’d missed a few and got a few wrong, but had got a few that others hadn’t. We were happy. We done ok and enough we thought not to dim our confidence at winning the thing. It was very exciting to be in that place. Tomorrow was going to be the proof.
But, there were more immediate issues to resolve…. Beer!
Clinton, Johannes and myself resolved to solve this little conundrum and set off in the pitch dark for the apparently nearby camp bar. Johannes knew the owner apparently and more importantly was an elephant expert. The former was important but as we set off the latter became VERY important to Clinton and I. We though Johannes had said not that far. Once we got going, he let on that it was about a k. More than that, it was quite thick river bush and there were fresh elephant tracks and dung all over!
Clinton and I being city clowns were scared shitless and suddenly beer didn’t seem that important. I really didn’t feel like having to try out run an elephant which even with my limited knowledge of elephant I know is impossible. I suppose I just had to out run either Johannes or Clinton if it came down to it and I was sure that wasn’t going to go well either.
Once back, we were called one by one to present our humanitarian project. Phil and I were last. The crew looked miserably cold. We had a good fire going, they just had camera lights and cold breeze. By the time I got to them, I got the sense my normal ability to hold a good banter session was going to cost me points. I was short and sweet.
Mine was to get containers converted to classrooms, branded with Honda slogans and then given to the very poorest schools. I was sure I could get a client of mine who is the largest shipping container business in the world to get on board.
“Any questions?” I asked.
Nope?
They WERE cold!
Our night ended far better around the fire supping on beers having a good laugh with our arses heated by the coals under the chair trick. Many hadn’t seen it before but were instant converts once I showed them.
Kobus Myburgh
Grey Hound
Day 10 - Palmwag to Brandberg
[youtube]https://youtu.be/DlCOJcTbR8k[/youtube]
Wow, how sad that even the ride report is now coming to an end. Anyhow, let's bring it home:
Leaving Palmwag the morning I expected the riding to be similar to the first two days leaving Windhoek. Pretty much gravel highway all the way home. The Honda and Specialised Adventure team however had a bit of a surprise planned for us.
I won't reiterate what the other guys already described. The sandy sections were properly sandy, yet a whole lot of fun.
Twyfelfontein
Uhmmm, another puncture
Stopping to have a look at the Welwitschia
Another stop along the way.
Somehow word got round that we were heading for the dunes. Now, for someone that's never visited Namibia before, I had a whole different thought of what we would encounter as dunes. Instead, we got this continuous climb that, if you stopped, it would take a whole lot of energy to get going again. And there was a lot of stopping. Myself and Gerrit were now close to the front of the convoy but somehow ended right at the back again when we started helping a couple of guys. I was really tiring quickly on this particular day for some reason. The energy was slowly draining out my body and I remember cursing at one stage in my helmet when someone stopped in front of me again.
As I was getting ready to get going, Grant stopped in the track. I walked over to assist and the expression on his face was saying everything. With sweat streaming down his face and a very frustrating look in his eyes, I told him to just stop for a moment and regroup. It was seconds before he decided to hell with it, he's going to conquer this little hill. I assisted with the pull away and saw him disappear in the distance. Hot on his heals were Glenn and then Andrew. Gerrit told me to get going after which he followed. I had the privilege to see Glenn, Andrew and Gerrit that day assisting guys like you can not believe. When I was still thinking of helping, these guys were already there. The determination of these guys quickly got my energy levels back to where it should be. Mind over matter is great thing!
At one stage John told me to just go. For the first time, I didn't listen to the instructors. Gerrit was still assisting at the back and there was no way I was leaving my partner behind. I walked back and stood at a high point trying to see the others. All I could see was how hard these guys were working. Hats off to you guys on this particular day. :thumleft:
John trying to imitate our riding.
And we even ended up pushing Ockie's bakkie on the day up the dune.
In the longest riverbed we rode the day, a couple of us walked back to watch the guys coming through. At one stage I stopped and showed the guys the fresh lion track. :eek7: At first Clinton didn't believe me and was quite surprised when he saw it. He still took a picture of it.
Charl (Karookid) showing us how it's done. It was here that we saw the lion tracks.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/9hS9-mJmtNE[/youtube]
Conquering the dunes and being rewarded with the site of Brandberg was truly spectacular. Riding into camp was again a similar feat and jubilation as the day we conquered Van Zyl's. It was a tough, yet very rewarding day and the camp site we rode in was our prize, a real gem.
The site of Brandberg.
Getting to camp.
Clinton and Andries fixing a puncture as we arrived at the camp.
After the evening's presentation it was time for our little (read enormous, extremely difficult
) test. I can not remember when last I laughed so much for our own answers. Somehow we knew we were screwed. :lol8: We had so much fun along the way that we really did forget that it's actually a competition and although we heard everything, it was obvious that we didn't really listen. They say two heads are better than one - uhmm, ja right. We however shared lots of laughs in the process and it was good fun.
I don't know if it was only me, but there was a calmness and a sense of maturity around the fire that evening. Somehow different to the previous nights. I'm not sure whether this was due to the trip coming to an end, or the fact that we all presented something close to the heart that evening about our humanitarian project. Whatever it was, it was cause for a very pleasant evening.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/DlCOJcTbR8k[/youtube]
Wow, how sad that even the ride report is now coming to an end. Anyhow, let's bring it home:
Leaving Palmwag the morning I expected the riding to be similar to the first two days leaving Windhoek. Pretty much gravel highway all the way home. The Honda and Specialised Adventure team however had a bit of a surprise planned for us.
I won't reiterate what the other guys already described. The sandy sections were properly sandy, yet a whole lot of fun.
Twyfelfontein
Uhmmm, another puncture
Stopping to have a look at the Welwitschia
Another stop along the way.
Somehow word got round that we were heading for the dunes. Now, for someone that's never visited Namibia before, I had a whole different thought of what we would encounter as dunes. Instead, we got this continuous climb that, if you stopped, it would take a whole lot of energy to get going again. And there was a lot of stopping. Myself and Gerrit were now close to the front of the convoy but somehow ended right at the back again when we started helping a couple of guys. I was really tiring quickly on this particular day for some reason. The energy was slowly draining out my body and I remember cursing at one stage in my helmet when someone stopped in front of me again.
As I was getting ready to get going, Grant stopped in the track. I walked over to assist and the expression on his face was saying everything. With sweat streaming down his face and a very frustrating look in his eyes, I told him to just stop for a moment and regroup. It was seconds before he decided to hell with it, he's going to conquer this little hill. I assisted with the pull away and saw him disappear in the distance. Hot on his heals were Glenn and then Andrew. Gerrit told me to get going after which he followed. I had the privilege to see Glenn, Andrew and Gerrit that day assisting guys like you can not believe. When I was still thinking of helping, these guys were already there. The determination of these guys quickly got my energy levels back to where it should be. Mind over matter is great thing!
At one stage John told me to just go. For the first time, I didn't listen to the instructors. Gerrit was still assisting at the back and there was no way I was leaving my partner behind. I walked back and stood at a high point trying to see the others. All I could see was how hard these guys were working. Hats off to you guys on this particular day. :thumleft:
John trying to imitate our riding.
And we even ended up pushing Ockie's bakkie on the day up the dune.
In the longest riverbed we rode the day, a couple of us walked back to watch the guys coming through. At one stage I stopped and showed the guys the fresh lion track. :eek7: At first Clinton didn't believe me and was quite surprised when he saw it. He still took a picture of it.
Charl (Karookid) showing us how it's done. It was here that we saw the lion tracks.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/9hS9-mJmtNE[/youtube]
Conquering the dunes and being rewarded with the site of Brandberg was truly spectacular. Riding into camp was again a similar feat and jubilation as the day we conquered Van Zyl's. It was a tough, yet very rewarding day and the camp site we rode in was our prize, a real gem.
The site of Brandberg.
Getting to camp.
Clinton and Andries fixing a puncture as we arrived at the camp.
After the evening's presentation it was time for our little (read enormous, extremely difficult
) test. I can not remember when last I laughed so much for our own answers. Somehow we knew we were screwed. :lol8: We had so much fun along the way that we really did forget that it's actually a competition and although we heard everything, it was obvious that we didn't really listen. They say two heads are better than one - uhmm, ja right. We however shared lots of laughs in the process and it was good fun.
I don't know if it was only me, but there was a calmness and a sense of maturity around the fire that evening. Somehow different to the previous nights. I'm not sure whether this was due to the trip coming to an end, or the fact that we all presented something close to the heart that evening about our humanitarian project. Whatever it was, it was cause for a very pleasant evening.
Kobus Myburgh
Grey Hound
Day 11 - Brandberg to Windhoek
[youtube]https://youtu.be/am9V6slWnoA[/youtube]
The ride back to Windhoek was interrupted with numerous punctures as said before. Gerrit (Scrat) also fell prey to the inevitable on the very last day, getting a rear puncture on the tar.
I only have a couple of pics to share.
How many people does it take to fix a puncture?
Ironic to see the sign on the building. [emoji16]
Riding into Windhoek was sad and exciting at the same time. 22 bikes set off from here 11 days prior, and 22 bikes returned. What a fantastic achievement. I was privileged to park the exact same bike at the dealer as the one I rode out there and was sad to leave it behind.
We all rushed to get cleaned up and we started the evening with beers and light-hearted chat, all in anticipation for the big announcement. Gerrit and I never thought about winning and therefore never discussed who would get the DCT and who the manual. For the first time we actually thought that we have just as good a chance of winning as anyone else. It was decided that we would through the keys in a hat and whatever key you drew was yours.
And so we sat down for the big announcement.
I was content with the outcome. Watching Hennie and Charl being announced as winners, I couldn't help thinking that ten teams competed over the last two weeks, one came out on top, and 9 others came second.
The highlights package.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/0UJPxxz8POI[/youtube]
I have thanked Honda and the Specialised Adventures team enough for this unique adventure. I have made friends that will last a lifetime and I have made peace with myself during this inspiring event.
The excitement, emotions and overall experience that I had the privilege to share with Gerrit du Toit, Scrat to the forum members, instilled a special friendship for life, and for that I am forever grateful.
The trip has come to an end, but the memories will live forever.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/am9V6slWnoA[/youtube]
The ride back to Windhoek was interrupted with numerous punctures as said before. Gerrit (Scrat) also fell prey to the inevitable on the very last day, getting a rear puncture on the tar.
I only have a couple of pics to share.
How many people does it take to fix a puncture?
Ironic to see the sign on the building. [emoji16]
Riding into Windhoek was sad and exciting at the same time. 22 bikes set off from here 11 days prior, and 22 bikes returned. What a fantastic achievement. I was privileged to park the exact same bike at the dealer as the one I rode out there and was sad to leave it behind.
We all rushed to get cleaned up and we started the evening with beers and light-hearted chat, all in anticipation for the big announcement. Gerrit and I never thought about winning and therefore never discussed who would get the DCT and who the manual. For the first time we actually thought that we have just as good a chance of winning as anyone else. It was decided that we would through the keys in a hat and whatever key you drew was yours.
And so we sat down for the big announcement.
I was content with the outcome. Watching Hennie and Charl being announced as winners, I couldn't help thinking that ten teams competed over the last two weeks, one came out on top, and 9 others came second.
The highlights package.
[youtube]https://youtu.be/0UJPxxz8POI[/youtube]
I have thanked Honda and the Specialised Adventures team enough for this unique adventure. I have made friends that will last a lifetime and I have made peace with myself during this inspiring event.
The excitement, emotions and overall experience that I had the privilege to share with Gerrit du Toit, Scrat to the forum members, instilled a special friendship for life, and for that I am forever grateful.
The trip has come to an end, but the memories will live forever.
Bwana
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Legend report are any of you guys changing your rides to A/T and or waiting for the new one.
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Bwana said:
Bwana
The following contestants bought their AT's:
Charl du Plessis
Minxy
Philip Groenewald
SP Dreyer
Marcel Vladar
Kobus Myburgh
Pieter Lourens (bought new)
Francois Ebersohn
Conelius Nelson - (bought new)
John Webb
Glenn Koch
Charl Potgieter (won theirs)
Hennie van Heerden (won theirs)
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That's an incredible figure
woody1
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Amazing how hardcore KTM people changed.
KTMKOBUS must now change his WD profile to HONDA KOBUS. :laughing4:
KTMKOBUS must now change his WD profile to HONDA KOBUS. :laughing4:
Bwana
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Wow thats over 60%. What was favorite manual or DCT.
Bwana
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It seems I have to change to DCT. I will wait for the new updated model and see if I can afford it.
