Kamanya's report conveys the difficulty and intensity of the ride really well.
There's no way you can explain what it feels like to pick up a 200kg bike in thick sand 5 times when you’re riding at your limit and it's a balmy 38 degrees out there, to someone who hasn’t done it before.
The cherry on the cake (apart from the five punctures) was that when I crashed hard in Atlantis, I managed to break the switch that controls the heated grips which meant that I spent the rest of the lovely summer day riding with my grips at their max setting….toasty.
People on the straight sections probably thought I was waving at them as I tried to cool my hands.
R-O-V-Rat pulled up next to me in Darling as I was fixing my first puncture, and ended up helping with every subsequent one – even sacrificing his tool-pouch to fashion a makeshift patch when I ran out of new tubes. (I naively thought one new front tube and one rear tube would be more than enough).
Andy joined the party on puncture no 3, where a passing Tau kindly contributed some patches and solution. By puncture no. 4 we (and when I say we, I mean Andy) fitted the 17” rear tube to the 21” front wheel as a last ditch effort. That worked for about 5km and by that time we were out of tubes, patches, energy and ideas.
Andy called the recovery crew and within 40 minutes I was half asleep on the back of Kameelkop’s bakkie heading home next to my stricken bike. Kameelkop and Crossed-Up, I owe you guys big time.
I came in dead last on the back of a bakkie, and had a blast!
To all who helped, organised, filmed and recovered, many thanks.
To those who finished, Beserker, 2SD, Legadema and Kamanya, respect!
To those who still need to do the assessment, “be afraid, be very afraid.” >
