On one of the cut backs about 2/3rd’s in I stopped and took some photos as the gang approached.
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Andreas was in front and disappeared around the mountain well below me and Richard and Len were some distance behind him. I waited to take some pictures of them as well. After taking the photos I realized I had not heard Andreas pass me. :eek7: :lamer: I took off my helmet and started walking down the steep incline.
Just as I went around the second corner I hear Len yell – “Kom help NOU”. :ricky: :ricky:
In the middle of the cutback there was a hole I would guess about the size of a midsize suitcase, Andreas must have struck it and bounced the bike to the cliff side of the road, luckily the Rumbux hit the ridge of gravel and rocks left behind after it was scraped. His front wheel was dangling over the edge and the bike at an angle down the kloof, him still sitting on it leaning back steadying himself by kicking against the dirt “pavement”. :eek7: Len, Richard and I pulled him back. I immediately thought of my thoughts that morning. He was unscathed and after a smoke or two we were on our way again.
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In the Hell we spent some time and Alfie went looking at all the historical sites and finding a local teacher’s family roots etc. :thumleft: By now we were overdressed – it was hot. Len didn’t waste time and met a stunning girl that fell for his heroism
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eepwall: after saving Andreas. Sorry Anda tried my best.... :-\
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The ride out of the Hell was uneventful. Or so we thought.
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Farm boots :laughing4:
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It was COLD and terribly windy in Swartberg.
At the entrance to the Hell Len wanted to take some photos with his phone and it was gone. :eek7: We decided he would ride back slowly and would have to find it on his way in, the dark would catch him on his way out. I hesitantly let him go back alone.
While standing there a Canadian bloke on an 800 pitched and we had a quick chat about if he would make it or not if he went to the Hell and needed to get to PA that night. We asked him to keep an eye out for a phone and stop Len should they cross in the Kloof. :thumleft:
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Mr Breitling model himself –Andreas – gentleman and suave :deal: :biggrin:
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Len can tell his side of what followed. A teaser:
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We went down Swartberg and had some coffee at the Congo Caves then hit the road that led to De Rust.
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This was a gem as well. We would do this road again in 4 days time making our return from Baviaans to Veldtie. :biggrin: :biggrin:
Plenty of olive farms here, something I personally can’t eat.
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We made De Rust and checked into Olivier’s Rust – clean and with safe parking.
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Just before seven I heard Len drive in. Long and short of it he had a mini adventure on his own and found his phone. I went to get some rice and his phone spent the night in a bed of rice in the bag – he can elaborate on this blessing.
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After a nice meal at Harry’s place we hit the sack. All safe, tired and very glad the day turned out the way it did. I said a prayer to say thank you that Andreas hit that ridge. :thumleft:
The dear Doc in PA must have taken out Len’s baffles while working on his nose, PA would turn out to be the last night I slept “like a baby”. Karma was turning out to be a real b1t3h after all my tampon remarks over the last few days.
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