It was good to get the first tumble out the way. On the tracks next to Zone 7 on my way to the airfield for the start, my brand new pair of Mitas E10's gave notice that the front was crap and was going to be needing much more care on the looser stuff.
Many people had turned out for the fun, old faces and new. Alex (Kameelkop) handed my GPS back saying my venerable 60GSx wasn't up to the load and that I was to be given a chopped up version. I'd have 4 tracks to follow. The others only had 2 - an out and back. Ahh well, I was certain that I’d be fine. Mmmm the curse of the optimist.
The starting order was a sort of first come first served. 3 at a time 2 minutes between groups.
Having had a quick glance at the tracks I was very keen to be first off. I like sand but starting behind a bunch of bikes would be unpleasant. So I wasn’t one to argue when Marissa beckoned me to the start line.
Myself, Sack and Archangel were the first 3. (funny that the guys who ride sand a lot had the same idea as me!) We agreed that as staying on the track was the major part of the exercise, if whomever was in front stuffed up, then not to chase them and set them right. The reasoning was that having more than one person riding back on the track may be dangerous for others.
It was sweaty work waiting for the gyro’s to get up. Heart rate was doing its thing too.
I was first off and then promptly nearly over cooked the turnoff and slid messily into the tracks. Just past the brickworks I took a wrong turn. I hadn’t realised that what looked like an easy thing when I scanned the tracks on the GPS in reality was far more difficult. After doubling back Sack was ahead and he promptly did the same. Arch was now the leader with me, then Sack.
Not 5 minutes into it Arch ground to a halt. I asked if he was ok, he said electrical. Not much I could do, anyway I had places to be and things to do. Sack and I headed off into the quarry and then it really started to get sweaty. I have ridden on all the tracks before and in the heat, with low humidity and my crap tire it was not pleasant. Once I popped out onto the railway with heartbeat racing, I had to remind myself to pace the day.
Halfway along the railway the GPS said I was not right?! I should have been 50 meters to the left. Now I know this part of the world very well and there is no track there, it’s farm land. I doubled back and met Sack, he too doubled and then we realised that we must be right so turned again just as Beserker and TSDan caught up. I was behind Sack again and at one stage got a huge fright. I was staying about 50 meters behind him to stay out of the dust enough to see any crap that may come up. The railway has some lurkers of holes and the odd blind chicane with concrete posts to deal with if one overcooks it. Also although is it a jeep track, the track closest to the line is far harder to ride on as it is mostly just ballast stones. Still, we weren’t hanging around at about 90kph. Suddenly there was a black shadow to my right! WTF! Someone was trying to pass on the stones! What a chop!
Seconds later I realised it was a Gyrocopters' shadow! Fook!
Not far from the end of the railway was Atlantis. I have ridden in there a lot, the sand is never the same, every day is different. This day was one of the worst. Not too far in, Sack ate it big time and very soon after that my GPS ran out of tracks. As I stopped to change over to the second one, I realised that the whole Atlantis bit had been cut off in Alex’s chopping up of his tracks to get them into the machine. Beserker and Dan bolted by and I had to follow blindly.
They were soon out of sight, I was fighting my front tire, in sand it knifes in and gets bullied by ruts and my confidence in it was not high. This is ****** as it wastes energy big time and slowed me up a lot. At one fork I was not sure if I was on the right track and thought to look around for the gyro’s. They were way back and seemed a bit off to the side. Sack was nowhere to be seen. I took my helmet off to listen. Nothing?!
Oh well, back I went to check and see if others were making the same choice as me. A few minutes later I met Sack. Nope, he assured me we were right. Damn! So back again. I waited for Sack at a crux turn with the warned about hill that Alex had told us of in the briefing. My bike was very close to max temp. No wind, slow riding in sand on a hot day is not a favoured thing for the big KTM’s. At another stop to catch my breath and get the warning light off on the bike Sack passed me. He was just as sweaty as me and we both agreed that this was about as hard-core as it gets for Atlantis. We didn’t think that many bikes would make it. We weren’t even sure we’d make it!
After a short time and no bikes or gyro’s to be seen or heard I too headed off and wasted time twice trying to climb a massive dune hill thinking that this must have been the one Alex had warned us about. Sadly for all my sweating, I was wrong. I was feeling light headed and weak when Halleluja! I hit the gravel and then even better Tar! 120kph is surprisingly hard to keep to. My GPS now knew where it was meant to be going so at least I was not having to guess where the others had gone.
Sadly the tar was not long lived. Somewhere we dived into a gravel road that turned to track and not far down there around a corner there was the Amageza film crew. Aha! At least I was for a moment on the right track. It’s hard not to showboat with cameras about.
Soon on from there another patch of sand, a long stretch under some power lines. Legedema passed me here. His forte is high speed travel and he’s not at all slow, he seemed well in the groove so it was fun to sit behind him. Actually I really didn’t have much choice, he’s blitz quick and I would have been far into the here-be-dragons-sunshine zone to get back past him.
It was here that I went for a quick forestry lecture. The edge of the track caught my ******* of a E10 front and it was either bin it or ride it out. Ride it out was the choice. In no time, I knew what a flea on the back of a porcupine feels like. Just hundreds of thumb sized port Jacksons and me stuck in them. That took 20 minutes of really going deep into the red zone. I sucked at least a litre of water and was getting a bit claustrophobic in my ATTGAT whilst wrestling the beast out. So much so, that half way through this I pulled my pants down and shirt up to try cool off. I can’t imagine what that would have looked like if anyone came thundering down the track just then.
This was about how far I got before I had to pull my kit off;
Entry was at that slight bend back there.
Fortunately once I got going again another train track appeared and again I was saved by the breeze.
All was not plain sailing, I was not feeling well. I could feel dehydration and loss of keenness for anything much and certainly not anymore sand. This is a dangerous state to be in. Concentration goes for a ball. The track besides the railway kept crossing the lines and some panic stops were ordered. I still did not listen and inevitably I was completely taken by surprise by a deep culvert crossing under the tracks. I managed to scrub a bit of speed off before I hit it but I was still going way too fast. I was just the passenger now, but the bike fortunately had had enough of me being a cupcake and sorted out the mess for me. All hail the KTM suspension! I didn’t need the Gods to give me another wakeup call so backed off a bit.
Again my tracks ran dry just before Darling so I was forced to follow the tracks of others again. I had to do 2 time consuming U-turns, one just before Darling. The other I rode to one end of the dorp before I found out that the petrol was the other way. On my way back into Darling Legedema passed me for the last time. I would only see him again supping beer back at the landing field.
Aha! There was Sack fixing a puncture. He’d got it by also daydreaming through the culvert.
I filled up with fuel and took a quick bath under the petrol station tap. I sucked on a rehydrate and an energy bar and moved a few small steps away from cupcake status.
Sack headed off a few minutes before me. We both agreed that if any more Atlantis was on the menu then we’d phone home for the wives to come and get us.
He only made it about a k up the road and still within Darling when he got another puncture. He would win the puncture stakes by getting a total of 5 for the day.
The GPS routed me onto gravel again, wide open stuff that again that front tire wasn’t liking one bit. At 120 it was very nervous and not my idea of fun at all. Still, I was very happy to deal with a nervous bike rather than see the GPS track head off into a sand pit, so as long as it showed long straights I was happy. Just past Rocking the Daisy’s concert place my GPS tracks ran dry again. I had to double back a few times to check suspicious looking turnoffs to do some tracking of the three ahead of me. The rehydrate and bar had kicked in and I, just for a moment, was sure that maybe I had a bit more sand in me if needed. But, I’ve got to truthful here, that moment wasn’t that long.
The rest of the story was only noteworthy in that we were routed along a scenic train track and right past Atlantis and straight back onto the ****-myself-silly-by-overtaking-gyro railway track. I wasn’t sorry at all to know Atlantis was behind.
There were a gaggle of bikes parked at the field. I wasn’t so certain that I was the fourth bike in until chatting to all. Sack without his punctures would easily have been in my place.
The beers and burgers were just right, the company was perfect for a bit of banter and the organisers had more than played their part.
I had a really great day out and what’s more we get to do it again in April. For two days!… that’s if I get off the standby list. I feel a bit like Tau waiting for his entry to be given the green light.
Last night I was chopping those Port Jacksons down well before 8pm and today I’m a bit stiff.
The E10 rear can stay but that front one, anyone want it? Lightly ridden for 300k’s, yours for R200.00