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Grey Hound
The Cederberg outride:
Some time ago I mentioned to Yami900 that I was keen on doing a year end trip to the Cederberg. He asked me to postpone it until his return from his 6 week Nigeria work stint so he could join me as he'd never done the Eselbank/Wuppertal loop.
So this past Friday saw us setting off at around 2pm, via the regular route of Bainskloof, Wellington, Ceres, Gydo Pass, Op die Berg and on to our overnight accommodation at the well supported Wilddog hangout, the Cederberg Oasis.
The bikes ready for action:
Yami900 enjoying the sweeps on Baainskloof:
After a quick stopover for juice in Ceres we were able to enjoy the views from the top of Gydo pass.
Not long after that we hit the 48km's of gavel into Oasis. Here we stopped for a drink as the temperatures were getting up.
What a beaut stretch of gavel. We were in our element and Yami900 was playing with the Super Ten's traction control so he could practice his power slides. I spent most of the time ducking & diving from being roosted but every now and again I was able to light up the 660z and give some payback.
Adv. biking nirvana... miles and miles of gravel !!
We finally reached our digs for the night just as the shadows where growing longer and met our sociable hosts for the night, Gerrit & Chantal. What an awesome couple! We felt at home from the moment we swung our legs of the bikes. And how refreshing is the honesty system at the bar??? "Skryf net neer wat julle drink ek ons sort dit Sondag uit". What? Are you sure? Seriaaaass? Bliksem, my mom doesn't even trust me that much around alcohol.
This place is a regular Wilddog den: Andy XT, Go girl, Goose and plenty more have left their mark.
After a hot shower we joined Gerrit and some of the guests in the pub. 4 of them were bikers from the Southern suburbs. They were the analytical type... and they clearly weren't let out too often. "Brannewyn het nie brieke nie" and it was flowing as free as the Doring river that passes through the farm.
The other 2 bikers were from the Hardly Ablesome club (riding KTM990's for the weekend) and passing through onto a huge party in Clam William ;-)
Sitting at chatting in that pub made me realise one thing: No matter what you ride, be it a pink NOS Vuka or a Super Tenere, we're all a band of biking brothers with a passion for bikes and the open road. We all yearn for the same thing but don't all have the opportunity to do it. When you're out there riding, life just seems to make sense.
After retiring around midnight we were awoken at 4am by a screech from hell. I thought Yami900 was being violated by a mountain gorilla. After my heart rate had settled I realised it was just the resident peacock sounding his mating call outside our tent. FFS, this continued every 30mins and by the time 6am rolled by we were ready to have that peacock on the spit.
After a hearty breakfast we rolled out of Oasis, ready to tackle the Eselbank/ Wuppertal/Clanwilliam/Algeria/Kromrivier loop. More to follow...
Some time ago I mentioned to Yami900 that I was keen on doing a year end trip to the Cederberg. He asked me to postpone it until his return from his 6 week Nigeria work stint so he could join me as he'd never done the Eselbank/Wuppertal loop.
So this past Friday saw us setting off at around 2pm, via the regular route of Bainskloof, Wellington, Ceres, Gydo Pass, Op die Berg and on to our overnight accommodation at the well supported Wilddog hangout, the Cederberg Oasis.
The bikes ready for action:
Yami900 enjoying the sweeps on Baainskloof:
After a quick stopover for juice in Ceres we were able to enjoy the views from the top of Gydo pass.
Not long after that we hit the 48km's of gavel into Oasis. Here we stopped for a drink as the temperatures were getting up.
What a beaut stretch of gavel. We were in our element and Yami900 was playing with the Super Ten's traction control so he could practice his power slides. I spent most of the time ducking & diving from being roosted but every now and again I was able to light up the 660z and give some payback.
Adv. biking nirvana... miles and miles of gravel !!
We finally reached our digs for the night just as the shadows where growing longer and met our sociable hosts for the night, Gerrit & Chantal. What an awesome couple! We felt at home from the moment we swung our legs of the bikes. And how refreshing is the honesty system at the bar??? "Skryf net neer wat julle drink ek ons sort dit Sondag uit". What? Are you sure? Seriaaaass? Bliksem, my mom doesn't even trust me that much around alcohol.
This place is a regular Wilddog den: Andy XT, Go girl, Goose and plenty more have left their mark.
After a hot shower we joined Gerrit and some of the guests in the pub. 4 of them were bikers from the Southern suburbs. They were the analytical type... and they clearly weren't let out too often. "Brannewyn het nie brieke nie" and it was flowing as free as the Doring river that passes through the farm.
The other 2 bikers were from the Hardly Ablesome club (riding KTM990's for the weekend) and passing through onto a huge party in Clam William ;-)
Sitting at chatting in that pub made me realise one thing: No matter what you ride, be it a pink NOS Vuka or a Super Tenere, we're all a band of biking brothers with a passion for bikes and the open road. We all yearn for the same thing but don't all have the opportunity to do it. When you're out there riding, life just seems to make sense.
After retiring around midnight we were awoken at 4am by a screech from hell. I thought Yami900 was being violated by a mountain gorilla. After my heart rate had settled I realised it was just the resident peacock sounding his mating call outside our tent. FFS, this continued every 30mins and by the time 6am rolled by we were ready to have that peacock on the spit.
After a hearty breakfast we rolled out of Oasis, ready to tackle the Eselbank/ Wuppertal/Clanwilliam/Algeria/Kromrivier loop. More to follow...
