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great read to start the day
keep it coming
keep it coming
Richtersveld 2 buddies on two old bikes - 2002 (or so)
- Thread starter Bliknêrs
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Hell I have enjoyed reading this!
Dutchman81
Race Dog
Hey man dis n ''smart'' RR die... :thumleft:
DirtyHarry
Race Dog
Nice one :thumleft:
Please keep it coming.
Please keep it coming.
Please can we have more
This is brilliant.
This is brilliant.
Bliknêrs
Race Dog
By popular demand (Hando is popular) here's some more. I'm finding it difficult to match the photos.
Please remember : The characters in this RR are fictitious. Anyone resembling them is better off dead.
Skidding and sliding they made it down. If there was some doubt as to whether the road is a real 4 x 4 trail that certainly didn't exist anymore. Jan didn't think any old 4 x 4 would make it either. As they crossed the last river before riding into Wupperthal, there were some people washing a car and having seen Jan’s trick of a flick of the handlebars and some power Axel rinsed it off for them.
The town is picturesque and most of the buildings in good state of repair. They found the general dealer and asked for some Coke. They were directed out a door and then somewhere else and promptly got lost and ended up in a storeroom. The manageress came to fetch them before they could steal anything and led them to the shop which was out another door.
Here they bought their Cokes and they were damn good.
Now they had to get petrol, and while the school came out and there were lots of kids walking past them, looking at them and laughing. It transpired that Jan had to go back into the shop where they were almost caught stealing and eat some humble pie to get fuel.
The fuel pumps were just up the road, next to a huge old church and they had to sit around and wait for the same woman that crapped them out in the storeroom to come and operate the pump. They filled the bikes and set off down the main road. Looking at the houses and waving at the good folk of Wupperthal.
Naturally, they took the wrong road and had to go all the way back and wave to them all again.
The road out of the valley was a good gravel road and they made some good progress. By this time it was around 2 o'clock and they were tired and Calvinia, where they were headed, were still at least 100 km away.
They lost a lot of time on the 4 x 4 trail crawling around and goofing off in the sand. Jan wiped out around a very broad corner without apparent reason but had enough time to get up and dust himself off while pretending to wait so he could take a photo of Axel, hoping he’d make the same mistake, but Axel would have nothing of it.
This is where Jan fell off and got up again before Axel noticed! :lol8:
Halfway through the first day and Axel still hadn't fallen off - the suspense must have been killing him and being the compassionate being that he is, Jan quitly hoped it would happen soon so Axel could also have the benefit of having the mounting pressure relieved.
Around four o'clock found them sitting next to a river and brewing up.
It was very hot and they were covered in dust. They started looking for a place to camp but they had the feeling they're sitting on somebody’s farm and didn't know how they'd react to squatters. So they kept going. The bikes were hot and the TT was pissing oil but started easily and felt OK.
There were a lot of gates that had to be opened, and closed, behind them, as well as a lot of those cattle grids. Jan appeared to be the designated gate opener, having to stop, settle the bike on a hard patch, walk over to the gate, figure out how it opened (they all differ) then figure out which way it opened, then walk back to the bike to move the bike further backwards so he can open the gate wide enough (Axel needed a wide berth to wobble through the gates in the sand without hitting anything).
After Jan dodged Axel and he'd disappeared up the road Jan would have to go and get the bike, which died by now, kick start it, ride it through and go back to close the gate. It made for a lot of getting on and off the bike. But they got pretty good at it in the end.
Axel later explained that he couldn’t get the XL into neutral without switching it off and so couldn’t get off the bike to open gates without having to go through 10 minutes of kick starting every time.
The sun was setting and all of a sudden their merry progress was hampered by a huge river. To add confusion to uncertainty, they could see another road to their left that looked more like the road to Calvinia simply because it was closer to resembling a road than the one they were using. They passed a fork about 500 m back and the sand made them choose the right-hand road but now they were uncertain.
While sitting there, scratching their heads, they noticed a farmer on a tractor on the other side of the river. The river looked wide and no-one knows how deep but if they wanted directions they had to go to the farmer and ask him.
As if to make up their minds he waved at them to come on through, then lit his pipe and settled back on his seat to watch their antics. He'll drag them out with the tractor if they got stuck or drowned thought Jan so he leaps off the sand bank without further hesitation, hooked second gear and gave that TT full throttle. Or that's how he remember it, the reality was much more sedate.
The river was a lot deeper than Jan expected - his pants were wet up to his ass. To add some spice there were also lots of slippery round river rocks under the water and the answer was clearly momentum so Jan just kept going and had to let out a whoop of joy when he made it through and turned around to admire Axels attempt.
He soon decided that if his river crossing was anything like Axel’s that farmer must have woken up giggling with laughter a couple of times that night.
Anyway, the farmer confirmed that this was indeed the road to Calvinia - much to their surprise. They had to go up the track for 7 km's then hang a right at the first farm house they get to - it had a blue roof.
So off they went, some more gates and then they got to a farmhouse. The roof didn't look blue to Jan in the setting son and as Axel was leading and did a good impression of being confident they kept going. Then they got to a gate and Jan had time to share his concern and he also felt the direction were wrong so they went back hoping to ask someone at the farm. The farmyard was deserted and the gate closed and who knows how big the dogs were that were inevitably hiding in the shed waiting to pounce on them.
A quick decision was made to keep riding along this road and see if they can see a farmhouse where they could ask for directions. So they started riding, doing calculations about km's traveled and fuel left, which was difficult with riding 2nd and 3rd gear all the time and struggling through sand, but they though they would probably be OK still.
Some more gates, some signs announcing the farms belong to this family or that husband and wife. All the farm houses appeared to be a long way from the road so they kept on thinking, OK the next one. They soon got into a rhythm of opening gates and riding through and hoping to see a house around the next corner but there was nothing. And it was getting dark. To top it all there was an ominous wind blowing.
They saw some houses after another hours riding. Before they could get to them Jan saw a sheep lying next to a fence and could swear it moved so they stopped and made their way over there. It was a big old ram and it had it's foot stuck in the fence, probably while trying to jump it, and it was barely alive. It had started eating away at it's leg and lost it's bowels. Not a pretty sight, the wire was cut deep into it's leg and it had obviously been laying there the whole day. There were some crows close by waiting for the feast to begin. The sheep also had marks on it's face, maybe some crow got impatient. So Jan ran back to the bike to get some pliers. Using this they cut the sheep loose but it was obviously finished. While going to a nearby dam to look for water for it they also found a dead lamb.
There was nothing they could do for the sheep, it needed a bullet to end it's suffering but you can't go around shooting other peoples sheep so they decided to find the farmer. Neither of them have brought a gun anyway so they got back on the bikes and soon they found some houses and after being chased by some dogs, and Axel bitten on his leg, the inhabitants directed them to the farmer whom they found sitting on his stoep having a braai with his workers.
His dogs also chased them and Jan told him about the ram, trying to make it sound like it might be his prize ram, if he had one, and tried to look accusatory but the farmer was unfazed and said “OK thanks”. Jan felt uneasy and left because he felt sorry for the sheep and it could have been avoided if the farmer got off his fat arse and checked on his animals at least once a day - it was only about 5 km's from his house.
All this did help them to find the road to Calvinia though. They had an hour of sun left and 80 km of gravel road.
The TT had no lights and Axels bike light was useless - if it worked at all, which Jan thought it may have but never bothered to ask. They set off trying to average 80km/h so they could reach town before dark but it was difficult as the going was hard and the heavily laden bikes moved around a lot in the sand. They even did a gravel mountain pass and that was totally awesome as they still tried to average 80. Sliding around gravel corners in bad light with huge cliffs next to you was what they came for.
And the boards going Calvinia 60km,
Calvinia 50km,
Calvinia 40km
etc.
The way they do in rural SA.
The light was very bad when they hit the tar road and after a km or two they ended up in Calvinia. They barely had time to find the camp site and Jan remembered it was after eight when he called the caretaker because he was pleased he wouldn't have to pay for the telephone call. (Free calls after 8pm).
She arrived and directed them to a tar spot under a tree which, according to her, was a good spot to camp. Then she made them pay R75 for the privilege, gave them some keys and arranged for the local café to stay open for them.
Axel leapt on his bike and with the yellow headlight not even bright enough to attract moths went to buy them some very nice steak burgers and chips while Jan pitched the tents.
It was totally dark by now and they ate by a torch, then showered and went to sleep around 9.
Jan never goes to bed early and soon Axel was snoring away and Jan was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do, he couldn't even check the bike in the dark so he brewed some tea and sat there sipping it while looking at the night skies and reflecting on gates, river crossings and nearly dead rams. What a day.
His ass was very sore and his legs protested whenever he had to use them.
They covered Cape Town to Calvinia in 14 hours (6 am - 8 pm) and Jan was tired as they stood on the foot pegs a lot. Tomorrow can only be easier, right?
Man, was he wrong but for totally different reasons.
The next day could probably kill them both out of sheer boredom.
Please remember : The characters in this RR are fictitious. Anyone resembling them is better off dead.
Skidding and sliding they made it down. If there was some doubt as to whether the road is a real 4 x 4 trail that certainly didn't exist anymore. Jan didn't think any old 4 x 4 would make it either. As they crossed the last river before riding into Wupperthal, there were some people washing a car and having seen Jan’s trick of a flick of the handlebars and some power Axel rinsed it off for them.
The town is picturesque and most of the buildings in good state of repair. They found the general dealer and asked for some Coke. They were directed out a door and then somewhere else and promptly got lost and ended up in a storeroom. The manageress came to fetch them before they could steal anything and led them to the shop which was out another door.
Here they bought their Cokes and they were damn good.
Now they had to get petrol, and while the school came out and there were lots of kids walking past them, looking at them and laughing. It transpired that Jan had to go back into the shop where they were almost caught stealing and eat some humble pie to get fuel.
The fuel pumps were just up the road, next to a huge old church and they had to sit around and wait for the same woman that crapped them out in the storeroom to come and operate the pump. They filled the bikes and set off down the main road. Looking at the houses and waving at the good folk of Wupperthal.
Naturally, they took the wrong road and had to go all the way back and wave to them all again.
The road out of the valley was a good gravel road and they made some good progress. By this time it was around 2 o'clock and they were tired and Calvinia, where they were headed, were still at least 100 km away.
They lost a lot of time on the 4 x 4 trail crawling around and goofing off in the sand. Jan wiped out around a very broad corner without apparent reason but had enough time to get up and dust himself off while pretending to wait so he could take a photo of Axel, hoping he’d make the same mistake, but Axel would have nothing of it.
This is where Jan fell off and got up again before Axel noticed! :lol8:
Halfway through the first day and Axel still hadn't fallen off - the suspense must have been killing him and being the compassionate being that he is, Jan quitly hoped it would happen soon so Axel could also have the benefit of having the mounting pressure relieved.
Around four o'clock found them sitting next to a river and brewing up.
It was very hot and they were covered in dust. They started looking for a place to camp but they had the feeling they're sitting on somebody’s farm and didn't know how they'd react to squatters. So they kept going. The bikes were hot and the TT was pissing oil but started easily and felt OK.
There were a lot of gates that had to be opened, and closed, behind them, as well as a lot of those cattle grids. Jan appeared to be the designated gate opener, having to stop, settle the bike on a hard patch, walk over to the gate, figure out how it opened (they all differ) then figure out which way it opened, then walk back to the bike to move the bike further backwards so he can open the gate wide enough (Axel needed a wide berth to wobble through the gates in the sand without hitting anything).
After Jan dodged Axel and he'd disappeared up the road Jan would have to go and get the bike, which died by now, kick start it, ride it through and go back to close the gate. It made for a lot of getting on and off the bike. But they got pretty good at it in the end.
Axel later explained that he couldn’t get the XL into neutral without switching it off and so couldn’t get off the bike to open gates without having to go through 10 minutes of kick starting every time.
The sun was setting and all of a sudden their merry progress was hampered by a huge river. To add confusion to uncertainty, they could see another road to their left that looked more like the road to Calvinia simply because it was closer to resembling a road than the one they were using. They passed a fork about 500 m back and the sand made them choose the right-hand road but now they were uncertain.
While sitting there, scratching their heads, they noticed a farmer on a tractor on the other side of the river. The river looked wide and no-one knows how deep but if they wanted directions they had to go to the farmer and ask him.
As if to make up their minds he waved at them to come on through, then lit his pipe and settled back on his seat to watch their antics. He'll drag them out with the tractor if they got stuck or drowned thought Jan so he leaps off the sand bank without further hesitation, hooked second gear and gave that TT full throttle. Or that's how he remember it, the reality was much more sedate.
The river was a lot deeper than Jan expected - his pants were wet up to his ass. To add some spice there were also lots of slippery round river rocks under the water and the answer was clearly momentum so Jan just kept going and had to let out a whoop of joy when he made it through and turned around to admire Axels attempt.
He soon decided that if his river crossing was anything like Axel’s that farmer must have woken up giggling with laughter a couple of times that night.
Anyway, the farmer confirmed that this was indeed the road to Calvinia - much to their surprise. They had to go up the track for 7 km's then hang a right at the first farm house they get to - it had a blue roof.
So off they went, some more gates and then they got to a farmhouse. The roof didn't look blue to Jan in the setting son and as Axel was leading and did a good impression of being confident they kept going. Then they got to a gate and Jan had time to share his concern and he also felt the direction were wrong so they went back hoping to ask someone at the farm. The farmyard was deserted and the gate closed and who knows how big the dogs were that were inevitably hiding in the shed waiting to pounce on them.
A quick decision was made to keep riding along this road and see if they can see a farmhouse where they could ask for directions. So they started riding, doing calculations about km's traveled and fuel left, which was difficult with riding 2nd and 3rd gear all the time and struggling through sand, but they though they would probably be OK still.
Some more gates, some signs announcing the farms belong to this family or that husband and wife. All the farm houses appeared to be a long way from the road so they kept on thinking, OK the next one. They soon got into a rhythm of opening gates and riding through and hoping to see a house around the next corner but there was nothing. And it was getting dark. To top it all there was an ominous wind blowing.
They saw some houses after another hours riding. Before they could get to them Jan saw a sheep lying next to a fence and could swear it moved so they stopped and made their way over there. It was a big old ram and it had it's foot stuck in the fence, probably while trying to jump it, and it was barely alive. It had started eating away at it's leg and lost it's bowels. Not a pretty sight, the wire was cut deep into it's leg and it had obviously been laying there the whole day. There were some crows close by waiting for the feast to begin. The sheep also had marks on it's face, maybe some crow got impatient. So Jan ran back to the bike to get some pliers. Using this they cut the sheep loose but it was obviously finished. While going to a nearby dam to look for water for it they also found a dead lamb.
There was nothing they could do for the sheep, it needed a bullet to end it's suffering but you can't go around shooting other peoples sheep so they decided to find the farmer. Neither of them have brought a gun anyway so they got back on the bikes and soon they found some houses and after being chased by some dogs, and Axel bitten on his leg, the inhabitants directed them to the farmer whom they found sitting on his stoep having a braai with his workers.
His dogs also chased them and Jan told him about the ram, trying to make it sound like it might be his prize ram, if he had one, and tried to look accusatory but the farmer was unfazed and said “OK thanks”. Jan felt uneasy and left because he felt sorry for the sheep and it could have been avoided if the farmer got off his fat arse and checked on his animals at least once a day - it was only about 5 km's from his house.
All this did help them to find the road to Calvinia though. They had an hour of sun left and 80 km of gravel road.
The TT had no lights and Axels bike light was useless - if it worked at all, which Jan thought it may have but never bothered to ask. They set off trying to average 80km/h so they could reach town before dark but it was difficult as the going was hard and the heavily laden bikes moved around a lot in the sand. They even did a gravel mountain pass and that was totally awesome as they still tried to average 80. Sliding around gravel corners in bad light with huge cliffs next to you was what they came for.
And the boards going Calvinia 60km,
Calvinia 50km,
Calvinia 40km
etc.
The way they do in rural SA.
The light was very bad when they hit the tar road and after a km or two they ended up in Calvinia. They barely had time to find the camp site and Jan remembered it was after eight when he called the caretaker because he was pleased he wouldn't have to pay for the telephone call. (Free calls after 8pm).
She arrived and directed them to a tar spot under a tree which, according to her, was a good spot to camp. Then she made them pay R75 for the privilege, gave them some keys and arranged for the local café to stay open for them.
Axel leapt on his bike and with the yellow headlight not even bright enough to attract moths went to buy them some very nice steak burgers and chips while Jan pitched the tents.
It was totally dark by now and they ate by a torch, then showered and went to sleep around 9.
Jan never goes to bed early and soon Axel was snoring away and Jan was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do, he couldn't even check the bike in the dark so he brewed some tea and sat there sipping it while looking at the night skies and reflecting on gates, river crossings and nearly dead rams. What a day.
His ass was very sore and his legs protested whenever he had to use them.
They covered Cape Town to Calvinia in 14 hours (6 am - 8 pm) and Jan was tired as they stood on the foot pegs a lot. Tomorrow can only be easier, right?
Man, was he wrong but for totally different reasons.
The next day could probably kill them both out of sheer boredom.
Bliknêrs
Race Dog
CALVINIA TO THE ORANGE RIVER
The characters in this RR are fictitious. Anyone resembling them is better off dead.
Well morning finally dawned in the metropolis of Calvinia.
The serene morning was shattered by a weird phew-pweet, phew-pweet, phew-pweet sound. Like some sort of prehistoric bug.
Then a metallic sound, some passionate swearing and a loud clang as a metal object hit a metal dustbin.
It was Jan trying to pump up the TT’s tires with their (newly acquired, just for the trip) foot pump.
The damn thing snapped in two the first time they needed it and was hurled into the dustbin with disgust followed by a barrage of choice language.
When he calmed down, they brewed up and ate some rusks. Then went for a quick shower (hey, why not use what they paid for) then started breaking down the tent, packing their stuff and lashing it to the bikes.
Jan’s bike needed oil, again, and they adjusted the chains and kicked various parts to check for things that needed tightening before it could fall off. The bikes passed these rigorous inspections and after Axel swore to high heavens when he found out some scoundrel nicked the bag for his stretcher (yes, mister had a stretcher with him) he was suitably infuriated and in proper mood to kick life into the XL. Jan wasn't particularly concerned by the departure of the stretcher bag as he didn't have a stretcher and settled down to watch Axel’s tantrum over a cup of tea.
Tea finished, Jan cleaned the mug and started the TT. By that time Axel and bike was warm enough to start without a choke and it wasn't long before birds scattered as the XL burst into life.
But now Axel was too exhausted to ride.
Jan’s ass was almost too sore to sit on the seat as they looked for the road to Loeriesfontein. There was a dirt road (about 80 km's long) that they wanted to ride. They found the signs and started riding. Almost immediately they saw some of the scenery - or lack thereof - that they missed in the dusk the previous evening.
It was an empty, dry and godforsaken part of the world.
The road was wide with 3 ruts in the white sand. Obviously the middle rut was shared by traffic in both directions and that was the one you wanted to ride in as it was nice and hard. Problem was once you're in that rut it's almost impossible to climb out of it without upsetting the tricky balance of the bike with rider and luggage, sending you in the gravel road version of a wobbly tank-slapper. It took some nerve to keep going in that rut while barrelling along on the road and approaching a blind corner or hill, not knowing whether you might be required to get of the rut in a hurry to avoid a truck.
The road was straight as an arrow and boring as hell - not that hell would be boring and Jan for one intended not to find out, but their minds soon got wandering.
Funny how you realize your ass is dead when you're bored. When you’re gunning the motor and fighting sand and concentrating on staying on the bike you never notice.
They crossed a low water bridge with some water sending a beautiful arc of water into the sand almost flat out when they hit it, then trying to get in front of a truck and having to overtake it while blinded by it's dust. They kept going like this for as long as possible then found themselves stopping for stupid reasons – “hey lets take a photo of that spider” or “I want to have a look at that plant”.
This soon turned into another opportunity to acquire new skills and adding to their impressive range of rear wheel skidding manoeuvres. Jan slowed down on a bend so he could skid, forgetting Axel was riding in the same rut just behind him (and remember the TT didn't have a brake light).
After reaching the right speed he locked the rear wheel and skidded for a couple of meters and turned around with a sheepish grin only to be missed by a hairs breath by Axel who was fast asleep behind Jan and was doing his best to avoid hitting him after what he later described as a "sudden stop".
Then they had a good laugh, stood around for a while and then left again, only to stop (ok skid) to a halt 5 km further when they spotted a Quiver tree and were overcome by a desire to urinate against it. All this stopping just prolonged the agony and this day stood out as the most boring so far. But more was to come.
When they rode into Loeriesfontein neither of them knew which cheek to sit on. Because they were both certifiable caffeine addicts, they wanted to spoil themselves with a good cup of coffee and soon spotted a sign for a coffee shop. But the shop was closed when they got there.
Next to it was a café/take away type joint with a youth behind the counter and another playing noisy arcade games on a TV type thing. They offered to make them some coffee for R5 and confirmed that it was cheap instant coffee so the bikers just ordered some toasted saamies and sat outside on the stoep munching it.
Jan took the map into the café to enquire about the road they wanted to take but the idiot working there had never heard about the road he was shown on the map. There was also an irritating woman (customer) that tried her best to convince them that there was in fact a tar road and there is no need to ride on gravel. She kept on saying that and Jan couldn't give her a piece of his mind as her husband, standing next to her, was as big as a house (she wasn't small either). He left disgusted and went to tell Axel they're stuffed.
The characters in this RR are fictitious. Anyone resembling them is better off dead.
Well morning finally dawned in the metropolis of Calvinia.
The serene morning was shattered by a weird phew-pweet, phew-pweet, phew-pweet sound. Like some sort of prehistoric bug.
Then a metallic sound, some passionate swearing and a loud clang as a metal object hit a metal dustbin.
It was Jan trying to pump up the TT’s tires with their (newly acquired, just for the trip) foot pump.
The damn thing snapped in two the first time they needed it and was hurled into the dustbin with disgust followed by a barrage of choice language.
When he calmed down, they brewed up and ate some rusks. Then went for a quick shower (hey, why not use what they paid for) then started breaking down the tent, packing their stuff and lashing it to the bikes.
Jan’s bike needed oil, again, and they adjusted the chains and kicked various parts to check for things that needed tightening before it could fall off. The bikes passed these rigorous inspections and after Axel swore to high heavens when he found out some scoundrel nicked the bag for his stretcher (yes, mister had a stretcher with him) he was suitably infuriated and in proper mood to kick life into the XL. Jan wasn't particularly concerned by the departure of the stretcher bag as he didn't have a stretcher and settled down to watch Axel’s tantrum over a cup of tea.
Tea finished, Jan cleaned the mug and started the TT. By that time Axel and bike was warm enough to start without a choke and it wasn't long before birds scattered as the XL burst into life.
But now Axel was too exhausted to ride.
Jan’s ass was almost too sore to sit on the seat as they looked for the road to Loeriesfontein. There was a dirt road (about 80 km's long) that they wanted to ride. They found the signs and started riding. Almost immediately they saw some of the scenery - or lack thereof - that they missed in the dusk the previous evening.
It was an empty, dry and godforsaken part of the world.
The road was wide with 3 ruts in the white sand. Obviously the middle rut was shared by traffic in both directions and that was the one you wanted to ride in as it was nice and hard. Problem was once you're in that rut it's almost impossible to climb out of it without upsetting the tricky balance of the bike with rider and luggage, sending you in the gravel road version of a wobbly tank-slapper. It took some nerve to keep going in that rut while barrelling along on the road and approaching a blind corner or hill, not knowing whether you might be required to get of the rut in a hurry to avoid a truck.
The road was straight as an arrow and boring as hell - not that hell would be boring and Jan for one intended not to find out, but their minds soon got wandering.
Funny how you realize your ass is dead when you're bored. When you’re gunning the motor and fighting sand and concentrating on staying on the bike you never notice.
They crossed a low water bridge with some water sending a beautiful arc of water into the sand almost flat out when they hit it, then trying to get in front of a truck and having to overtake it while blinded by it's dust. They kept going like this for as long as possible then found themselves stopping for stupid reasons – “hey lets take a photo of that spider” or “I want to have a look at that plant”.
This soon turned into another opportunity to acquire new skills and adding to their impressive range of rear wheel skidding manoeuvres. Jan slowed down on a bend so he could skid, forgetting Axel was riding in the same rut just behind him (and remember the TT didn't have a brake light).
After reaching the right speed he locked the rear wheel and skidded for a couple of meters and turned around with a sheepish grin only to be missed by a hairs breath by Axel who was fast asleep behind Jan and was doing his best to avoid hitting him after what he later described as a "sudden stop".
Then they had a good laugh, stood around for a while and then left again, only to stop (ok skid) to a halt 5 km further when they spotted a Quiver tree and were overcome by a desire to urinate against it. All this stopping just prolonged the agony and this day stood out as the most boring so far. But more was to come.
When they rode into Loeriesfontein neither of them knew which cheek to sit on. Because they were both certifiable caffeine addicts, they wanted to spoil themselves with a good cup of coffee and soon spotted a sign for a coffee shop. But the shop was closed when they got there.
Next to it was a café/take away type joint with a youth behind the counter and another playing noisy arcade games on a TV type thing. They offered to make them some coffee for R5 and confirmed that it was cheap instant coffee so the bikers just ordered some toasted saamies and sat outside on the stoep munching it.
Jan took the map into the café to enquire about the road they wanted to take but the idiot working there had never heard about the road he was shown on the map. There was also an irritating woman (customer) that tried her best to convince them that there was in fact a tar road and there is no need to ride on gravel. She kept on saying that and Jan couldn't give her a piece of his mind as her husband, standing next to her, was as big as a house (she wasn't small either). He left disgusted and went to tell Axel they're stuffed.
Eish.
Wish you could type faster.
Loving this !
Wish you could type faster.
Loving this !
Oom Foe-rie
Race Dog
Dis nou lekker lees hierdie ..................... :thumleft: :thumleft:
Bliknêrs
Race Dog
Opie as ons dan nou in kodes praat
wtf is sipskrjaapd?
Of pui jy?
:imaposer:
wtf is sipskrjaapd?
Of pui jy?
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Ekke ook! :sip:
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En hier maak ek die thread oop in die volle hoop dat ek weer bietjie lekker gaan lees.
En hier maak ek die thread oop in die volle hoop dat ek weer bietjie lekker gaan lees.
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ou stukkende thumpers maak epic ride reports
gooi nog!
gooi nog!
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Bliknêrs said:
Lekker sit ek hier ek lag! :lol8:
Eersteklas! Dankie Bliknêrs...skryf gerus voort!
weskus
Race Dog
Die man moet verder skryf, ek soek inspirasie :deal:
Nou wat nou Blikners ?????
Waar is die res van die storie?
Jy kan ons mos nie nou net so hier in die helfte drop nie man.
Waar is die res van die storie?
Jy kan ons mos nie nou net so hier in die helfte drop nie man.
