... where the technical riding started. A long loose, rocky climb near Klein Van Zyls ...
Last year Gerry & me rode this bit, in reverse direction yeah, at the end of a long day.
I was knacked then, the sun was baking us, and I remember a smokebreak where we comically tried to huddle under a petty little tree (read: a bush) in an attempt to get some shade. We had to clean our radiators there as they were grass-filled.
I did not really enjoy this rocky section then, especially so after riding the easy Klein Serengeti which was flat, full of high grass, and we were on a straight track which seemed to lead to the road we had to join anyway.... but the track veered us onto this rocky shite.
But now this bit was at the start, and it was cool enough.... it looked
completely different to me, a non-event actually!
A lot easier quite frankly, and no doubt my stroker made it even easier, so this bit was a pleasure all in all, contrary to the relative pain from last year - an excellent start indeed!
At the top the guys were looking down in glee to those struggling up - so I joined them of course
Was good so see how Andrew & Steve manhandled their bikes up that loose incline, without much ado actually
The following Klein Seregeti plain was void of any grass, flat and barren... so this also was expedited in a hurry compared to last year.
Then next was the riverbed, glorious sand galore... but we regrouped here first for a bite and chat!
Fine with me, although I was quite eager to see how my 2stroke was going to perform here - I mean come on now,
this is where it is going to make a few guys jealous! Light and screaming its way over the sand, not plowing through it, and breaking traction perfectly on command, steering the rear rather than wrestling the submarine at the front .... plus the
sound!!!!
I could not wait for the guys to buzz off, no doubt I'd see and overtake some of them, after all this stretch was some 30 km odd and I was expecting to
fly through it....!!!!
Leaving stonelast I did too yeah, but in a kind of coitus interruptus way.
I full well know my good friends Andrew & Steve can ride waayyy better than me, I'll not even
think of dicing them anywhere.... but today was different!
They were on big bikes, T7 & 890 R respectively, so completely unfair yes - but I find them after what, a kilometer or two, parked there where the sand swallowed them??? Out of breath, sweating badly, and a bit low on spirit... that's the first time I've seen them that way!
They decide it's best to pull away in 2nd and hammer their bikes more this time, but the ultra-loose sand/fesh mix they stopped in made this not too easy... but off they went!
Giving them a bit more gap this time I caught up again, however after a longer stretch.
Parked under a tree, and contemplating their strategy for attacking the rest of this river: less mechanical sympathy but more violence, more hammering of their bikes, more speed etc should result in more sand-planing hence easier progress.... but first a little rest!
It is here I opened Hardy's coolerbox for the first time, and to my surprise I only found alcohol-free beer!!!
I'll get to this bit later but it was cold - so that was a no brainer then & there, we split two of them! Beer is a superb rehydrate so helps counter fatigue quick, so a big Thanks to the donor right here!
Also a big thumbs-up to Andrew & Steve both, because regaining their composure they sure did - I didn't see them again in that riverbed!!
In fact they went
so well that they overshot the exit - bleddy maniacs!!!