Day 3 – SS6
Having last refuelled after SS4, I checked the fuel range on my bike. According to the computer I had 100 kilometres left on the tank. And according to my GPS the special was 70 kilometres long. I decided to keep the bike as light as possible and to just go out with the fuel I had in the bike… it gave me almost a 50% margin.
A couple of the Rally bikes had already started by the time I was ready to go, but that still left me in the front third or so of the field. There were still some rally bikes finishing SS5 when I started. I rode over the start/finish ramp, the timer started, and I was on the final stage of the rally.
Just after I rode through the speed control zone for a few hundred metres, the track entered a riverbed – to the East of the R355. That section of riverbed had some bigger rocks in places but consisted mostly of course sand. The terrain didn’t allow me to get into third gear, but for the most of it I could keep the bike in second gear with enough revs to make progress. I followed the track for a few kilometres, making only a couple of minor navigational errors where the river split or where there were multiple paths through thorn trees. If this was an adventure ride, one would just keep the momentum and follow the path that you are on… but in this case it wasn’t that simple. Every time I noticed that I was 20 metres off the track, I would start wondering if there wasn’t a clipper hidden between the trees on the actual track. On a few occasions I turned around to go back and follow the correct path. Off course there never was a clipper
After a few kilometres, the riverbed and the track crossed the R355. At least that is what it looked like on the GPS. There were crossings over the fences on both sides of the R355 and tracks in the riverbed on the West of the R355. The GPS track took me down the riverbed for a few hundred metres at which point it exited to the North over some rocks. I followed the track for about 200 metres through the field until it ran straight into a fence. With no ramp to cross over. My first thought was that the GPS track just wasn’t that accurate. It happens. I proceeded to ride up and down along the fence for 100 metres to each side. There were still no gates and no way to cross the fence. This baffled me a bit… when I zoomed out on the GPS, I could see that the track made only a small loop – perhaps 2 kilometres – through the field on the other side of the fence before it crossed over the R355 again to the East. Perhaps I just got out of the riverbed too early… I went back into the riverbed and followed the tracks to the West. After a couple of kilometres, it was clear that the riverbed was gradually turning South-West, away from where I needed to go. I didn’t want to miss a clipper, but I was also increasingly convinced that this wasn’t the track that we were supposed to ride. I turned around and followed the riverbed all the way back to the R355 and then rode North till the point where the GPS track crossed back over the R355. Was it an option to ride that section of track in reverse to look for a clipper? When I got to the point where the GPS track crossed back over the R355, there also wasn’t a gate or a ramp over the fenced. Something was clearly wrong with the GPS track. At this point I decided to just start where the GPS track – and the actual tracks in the field – continued towards the East of the R355 and to discuss this issue with race control after the stage – in case I did miss a clipper.
As soon as the track crossed to the East of the R355, I was on some farm roads. I upped the pace and enjoyed the GS friendly part of this stage. It wasn’t long before I saw one of the rally bikes coming from the front around a corner. It was Martin – the eventual winner of the rally class. We stopped, and he asked me if I was on the GPS track. I was… but according to him that track ran into a fence. He was going back to restart from the previous location in the roadbook. This made me wonder if I even had the correct GPS track for the stage… I did the only thing I could and followed the track on my GPS. It ran into a fence, but there was a gate. The type that is made out of wire. That was a little bit strange, because until that point in the rally there were no closed gates that I saw in timed sections. Only on liaison stages. I decided to take a chance and go through the gate. I closed it again behind me, not knowing if I was actually supposed to go through this gate and if it was perhaps kept closed for a reason.
After the gate, the tracked continued for several kilometres on farm roads. It took me approximately 10 minutes of riding to get to a spot where the GPS track crossed over a bigger gravel road. There was a race stop sign… and a marshal. At that point I knew that I must be on the right track since all other classes had already completed the rally. I continued to follow the track that still ran on farm roads. Enjoyable on the GS. The track later started twisting between and around thorn trees. Slower riding, but easy. Progress was being made. There were sections of the farm roads that were rocky, but there was always enough space to avoid the bigger rocks and to maintain a reasonable pace.
I was now almost halfway into the final special and it felt like the race organizers gave us a scenic ride through the Tankwa - as a parting gift. That turned out to be FAR from the truth…
It was approximately halfway into the stage that the track entered into another riverbed. This was proper enduro stuff. Tracks between thorn trees that twists and turns and that are so narrow that you have to force the bike through the branches. The surface varied from really soft sand to big rocks. Navigation was difficult, even with a GPS. Even at my maximum zoom, I would sometimes be uncertain of which little path to take. 10 metres into one path I would realize that I am supposed to be on the other path and would then be faced with turning the GS around in rocks that are much bigger than the ground clearance of the GS. This track would make me sweat on my KTM 300. Only I wasn’t on my KTM 300.
I started regretting the fact that I decided to leave without putting in some fuel. The fuel consumption was sky high and it was starting to look like I would struggle to complete the remaining part of the stage with the fuel I had on board.
There were sections where the track got out of the riverbed onto the bank. These were slightly better than the rocks in the riverbed, but still slow going. First gear riding around thorn trees. I used the berms as much as was possible on a GS.
The last 35 kilometres of SS6 was brutal. That is the only way to describe it. At one point I was trying to keep some form of momentum between the big rocks in the riverbed when I realized I should have gone down the descent on the small path to the left of me. I was only three metres from where I was supposed to be, but there was no way to go down where I was. Looking towards my left, I realized how much work it was going to be to get the GS from where it was to that spot three metres away. I briefly lost my sense of humour there… for the first time during the rally. In no uncertain terms I explained in my helmet to Clive the difference between rally and enduro! It took a minute to recompose myself. After all this mission was supposed to be really difficult. Otherwise it would not be worth trying to do.
With less than 10 kilometres of the stage to go, I was faced with an obstacle that could easily have forced me to wait for other riders to assist me to get the GS through. Until that point I had been able to conquer all obstacles without help from other riders. There was a ditch that we had to ride through. Probably 2.5 metres deep with a steep descent and immediate steep ascent again. The surface was sandy, and the ascent had a small step. I stopped and assessed the situation. The GS would be able to get up on the other side if you carried enough momentum down the descent – there was not room at the bottom to get momentum. However, there was a space of only about 30 centimetres wide where the GS would be able to get up the little step. The big challenge was going to be to gain as much momentum as possible going down whilst keeping that line on the sandy surface. The penalty for not getting it right… I would be stuck in the ditch. There would be no way to get enough traction or momentum to get out if I didn’t make it through with the first attempt.
I lined the bike up and gave it my best shot… but I lost the line (by about 50 centimetres) and as I had predicted, the GS didn’t have the traction to get up on the steeper side of the step. I managed to keep the bike up whilst it slid back to the bottom of the ditch, but I was now stuck. Properly stuck.
One option was to wait for some of the rally bikes to catch up with me and to ask them for help. That would require multiple strong mend and the use of my tow rope, I figured. Only Martin passed me again on the stage, so I knew there were still a number of rally bikes on their way. I didn’t know how far they were behind, and I wanted to at least try to get the bike out by myself. I walked up and down the ditch and found a spot about 10 metres away where the ascent was not quite as high and slightly less steep. The best plan I could come up with, was to gain momentum by running in the ditch at the bottom and to then turn up the incline and use that momentum to get to the top. The turn would be tricky though…. The surface was sandy, and I would need a quick and sharp turn to maintain momentum. The first attempt didn’t get me to the top. Not even close. The first attempt was in the same direction that water would flow in the ditch. I decided to change the angle of attack for the second attempt. I would build momentum slightly uphill and that would make the turn slightly less acute. The second attempt got me to within a meter from the top. Close… but no cigar. I took the bike back to the bottom of the ditch… again
At this point I had probably two attempts left to get up the slightly friendlier ascent. After that I would have messed up the surface enough that I wouldn’t be able to turn and have enough traction to stand a chance. Using the same angle of attack from the previous attempt, I lined the bike up at the bottom of the ditch. I had about 3 metres to gain momentum before I had to turn up the ascent. This time I used my boot to create a shallow rut that turned up the incline. The plan was to build momentum, stick my front wheel in the rut to help me make the turn whilst keeping momentum and to then keep it pinned and hope for the best. It WORKED! I got to the top. Only just, but I was out of the ditch and could continue riding. A lot of my energy stayed behind in that ditch though.
The last 7 kilometres of the special was a known quantity. We had ridden those riverbeds on more than one occasion during the race. By now the sand in the riverbed was as thick and messed up as can be and my rear tire was gone. It was energy sapping stuff, but at this point I knew I was going to make it. I thoroughly enjoyed the last bit of the stage and rode over the finish line to a loud cheer from my friends – old ones and new ones. There was 13 kilometres range left on my bike and my hands were shaking from the hard work in the riverbeds, but the mission was complete!