Lem
Grey Hound
When was the last time you got home on a Friday, checked the clock & weather and thought of sneaking a good bike ride in before nightfall?
There is so much excitement in not really having any fixed plan, but non the less putting on your favourite set of riding jeans, checking the bike's oil, fuel & tyres & go have a blast through the countryside, armed with a fully charged cell phone camera.
The last few weeks was very boring on this forum. Amidst all the opinions of what adventure riding really is, what an adventure bike really is it was one or two ride reports that kept everything alive. We will always differ in opinion about bikes, routes & riding style, but we must never lose sight of, or disrespect each other's views because of the one thing that we all have in common. Regardless of our biking background ... we all crave the sensation of riding our bikes. Where we go, or how technical the routes are, is irrelevant. The passion for getting out from behind our safe computer screen egos & actually going riding, this is what keeps us all here.
What does adventure mean to you? To me, it's any opportunity I get to experience something new. Or even to rediscover or rekindle something I've previously known or loved. To me, adventure is also the telling of the story. And those who know me well, will know that I am very fortunate to share the stories. In referring to adventure riding, I believe you get the stories of long tours, through many provinces & countries, and you get the spontaneous short rides, like the one I did on Friday afternoon.
Last week we all enjoyed reading Mother's ride report on his Namibia solo. I hope that I can capture the same sensations with the reader in what I felt on Friday as he might have felt on one of his days in Nam.
So here goes...
The work week that ended Friday the 13th of June was a long & tough one. I needed to get out for a battery recharge & we were blessed with three days of sunshine. A cold front was predicted for Saturday, so I thought the best chance for a nice ride would be for Friday afternoon. My wife would be busy marking exam papers & there is no use for me being home for that stint before dark. So I told her I'd be out for two hours, direction Riebeeck, promising regular Whatsapps on my progress. So I kissed the wife & went for it :ricky:
I went for a quick fuel top-up & deflated my tyres for a bit of gravel at the garage. Only 6km from home here in Durbanville, I turned left on my regular mountain bike training road, Spes Bona. I turned right towards Philadelphia & turned right again at Occultdale. I made two stops on this road for some pics. The air, the road, the spots of snow left on the distant mountains, I just had to stop & breathe it all in.
There is so much excitement in not really having any fixed plan, but non the less putting on your favourite set of riding jeans, checking the bike's oil, fuel & tyres & go have a blast through the countryside, armed with a fully charged cell phone camera.
The last few weeks was very boring on this forum. Amidst all the opinions of what adventure riding really is, what an adventure bike really is it was one or two ride reports that kept everything alive. We will always differ in opinion about bikes, routes & riding style, but we must never lose sight of, or disrespect each other's views because of the one thing that we all have in common. Regardless of our biking background ... we all crave the sensation of riding our bikes. Where we go, or how technical the routes are, is irrelevant. The passion for getting out from behind our safe computer screen egos & actually going riding, this is what keeps us all here.
What does adventure mean to you? To me, it's any opportunity I get to experience something new. Or even to rediscover or rekindle something I've previously known or loved. To me, adventure is also the telling of the story. And those who know me well, will know that I am very fortunate to share the stories. In referring to adventure riding, I believe you get the stories of long tours, through many provinces & countries, and you get the spontaneous short rides, like the one I did on Friday afternoon.
Last week we all enjoyed reading Mother's ride report on his Namibia solo. I hope that I can capture the same sensations with the reader in what I felt on Friday as he might have felt on one of his days in Nam.
So here goes...
The work week that ended Friday the 13th of June was a long & tough one. I needed to get out for a battery recharge & we were blessed with three days of sunshine. A cold front was predicted for Saturday, so I thought the best chance for a nice ride would be for Friday afternoon. My wife would be busy marking exam papers & there is no use for me being home for that stint before dark. So I told her I'd be out for two hours, direction Riebeeck, promising regular Whatsapps on my progress. So I kissed the wife & went for it :ricky:
I went for a quick fuel top-up & deflated my tyres for a bit of gravel at the garage. Only 6km from home here in Durbanville, I turned left on my regular mountain bike training road, Spes Bona. I turned right towards Philadelphia & turned right again at Occultdale. I made two stops on this road for some pics. The air, the road, the spots of snow left on the distant mountains, I just had to stop & breathe it all in.