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Western Cape Amageza qualifier 5 November (video page 6)
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heti said:Kamanya's sidestand in the last pic?????
He pulled away from CP2 like that, we saw him disappearing in the distance with the stand half down. Guess that happens if you disconnect the switch :
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buzzlightyear said:heti said:Kamanya's sidestand in the last pic??
He pulled away from CP2 like that, we saw him disappearing in the distance with the stand half down. Guess that happens if you disconnect the switch :
That switch in his head has been disconnected long time ago! :imaposer:
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buzzlightyear said:heti said:Kamanya's sidestand in the last pic??
He pulled away from CP2 like that, we saw him disappearing in the distance with the stand half down. Guess that happens if you disconnect the switch :
Normally it is attached to the engine case - a crappy design oversight. Lucky for me I've relocated the attachment so that the stress goes through a plate. More than a few guys have had to cough big bucks to fix engine cases because of this.
The switch has been disconnected as it got smashed on a rock. It's not a problem off road, but I've had a few moments on tar...
Just so we dont all forget !
Well done Firecoast , for doing such a great job at HQ , You rock !!!
Well done Firecoast , for doing such a great job at HQ , You rock !!!
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Absolutely stunning shots, SB! Thanks.
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Recently I have done little riding due to work so shaking the webs out and especially with others is fun. Not many pictures I am afraid.
There seemed to be a better turnout than last time, also it was noticeable that fewer big bikes were going to give it a go. There were 2 450 KTM factory rallye bikes and 2 690 KTM Rallye bikes, **** of note. There were quite a few 690 enduro bikes some with the new faring options, they looked neat.
I started 2 from the back with Legedema and Tau. I didn’t have to qualify and as there was undoubtedly going to be a lot of sand, I thought I’d give the other punters who really were giving it a go the pleasure of not having to ride in the trench that the 950 can make.
The start was a sign of things to come... I jumped it. Alex changed his start technique from the last one. Previously he counted off the seconds with his fingers like you see the guys do on TV, this time he was doing the same but in 10 second intervals per finger? So with one finger having been put away he then held his hand out flat at 5 seconds to go. I can’t speak KameelKop start sign language so with that and the old adrenaline boost, I was off.
Tau had tagged on to us after having taken a lap of the MX track on his Dakar bike. He had to, he had no GPS. His gave up on him so he was left having to trust others’ route taking. On chatting with him, by his own admission it is less the fault of the GPS and more some bad karma with him around them. Bob of Legedema fame was nursing a really bad hangover and was keen just to have a good day out. He too had already qualified the first time around. We’ve ridden together a bit recently and he’d be a good riding partner.
The first bit of track under the power lines was really churned up and within a few hundred meters we passed Jdog. I thought what a shame, he’d travelled all that way, nursed his antique to the start line and within less than 5 minutes from the start was having issues. Oh well, not much we could do.
I, sadly, have more than a little bit of competitive spirit in me and even though I was, at the start, committed to having just a fun day out, I just couldn’t help seeing each rider up ahead as an objective. That is my fun! So it was with less than 10 minutes into the course, that my initial charitable gesture about the trench digger staying at the back was forgotten about. I was in race mode. The track was at one stage very whooped out and though the big twin is not that keen in them – the carbs start to act up and the laws of physics are just too much even for WP suspension – It was fun to haul in a few guys through them.
The new tire I had put on up front was really to my liking. It is a Michelin Desert. It is a very aggressive knobbly and was way better than the Mitas I had on for the first time around. Everything was feeling great, by the time I got to checkpoint 1, more than half the field were behind. Most of the passes where as a result of being a bit lucky on the navigation than on pure riding.
This checkpoint idea is great. We were held for 20 minutes before being sent on again. It helps the marshals and photographers get ahead and set up. It is also a great time to check all the bits are still on the bike and have a chat with the other competitors. Mark and Steve, the two lucky sods on the Rallye 450’s had joined so it was great to see these rare jewels up close and to have a chin wag about how the ride was for them.
Once off again, Atlantis was next up. The navigating was much harder this time and one turn in particular next to a media crew got most of us. I got really lucky and worked it out fairly quickly and was amazed to see only 3 tracks ahead of me. I think in that little section I must have gotten past 10 bikes but I only remember seeing 2.
Alex had changed the route to include some interesting features, at one point we were riding through a sandy single track with massive holes that pockmarked the area. If a guy fell in there it would have been tough to get out. The sand this time was much better; besides the really tight stuff it was mostly 2nd and 3rd gear, no worries about overheating like the last time. In looking at my gps tracks, I thought I was going quicker, but fastest in the sand was close to 60, most of it was at 30 or so. I had one pretty hairy moment coming up to the next media stakeout. They were setup at the end of a straight of whoops under the powerline. I have found the bike can double them but they have to be the longer wavelength ones. The shorter deeper ones have to be taken with care as if the series is more than 3 really deep ones the weight on the front doesn’t skip across the tops but goes mining and brings the bike to a savage stop. It’s nice to have cameras around when it all comes together, I was swearing in my helmet as I can’t say that I was all in control at that point.
This time around Atlantis took much less time; only 24 minutes as opposed to more than an hour and a bucketful of sweat.
I was very surprised to see no other bikes at the next checkpoint. Apparently the 3 ahead; Rovrat, Gideon and his son, (sorry can’t remember the name) had come through so fast they had beaten the marshals and so had just carried on. My old riding buddy from last time, Bob was not far behind me and had been having a great time. He too also forgot that it was not a race. In between the banter whilst waiting, he did promise that he was going to haul me in on the next section. Apparently the Amageza is not a race… Funny, to me, it sure did feel like one – Boys + toys + challenge + timing = Knitting? Ha!
Bob is blitzig in open sandy stuff or gravel and with his promise still playing in the background I was determined not to get passed by him. He has an economical style that makes him look like he’s not really flying or working hard, but, just try keep up…
I was about 4 minutes ahead at the checkpoint but they let him go early or he really cooked the tar bit before the track headed back into the sand and gravel. He caught up when I took a turn really wide around a bush and sank to the bashplate. I’d hit the epicentre of a high density mole city. It took 3 goes of pushing the bike over, filling the holes under the wheels, picking it up, trying to push the bike out, only to get stuck a metre on. I just got the bike back onto the track when he caught up. Bugger!
I wicked it up a bit on the next stretch, only to lowside a turn and then also made a small navigation error but he was still behind so either he was just having fun or his babalas was holding him back. At almost the same place where I got stuck in the trees the last time, I caught some tree and bashed my hand and had to stop to twist the hand guard back around. Bob stopped too and waved me on, we were nearly at the railway line and we’d said at the start that from there we’d take it easy as the culverts were pretty dangerous.
I hit the first culvert not too fast but at the pace we were cruising it still had my attention. With less than 500 meters to go to the next checkpoint that I could see up ahead, Bob squirted past.
60 meters later he pranged hard.
I hadn’t seen the next culvert but as he came past, I backed off a bit intending to stay out of his roost. I think this is what saved me. If he hadn’t passed me I think it might have been me that would be lying by the side of the road.
I had a grandstand seat to the whole mess. I was slithering about with my own issues of hauling on the anchors trying to shed some speed. My GPS says I was doing 85 when he came past. I hit the culvert doing 30. Bob was still trying hard when he hit the other side of the culvert. I just saw a snaking bike go in and a flying bike and Bob come out. I popped out the other side and slid to a stop behind his bike in time to see Bob clearly in pain already doing a side crawl type thing trying to get to the side of the track. I can imagine all he was thinking about whilst getting a beating was getting another by being run over by me.
It was a relief to see was in pretty good shape for such a huge crash with just his ankle hurt. I advised him not to take his boot off but he was having none of it so I helped him off with his boot. No blood or bones but a graze at the top of the boot was all there was to show. I picked his bike up, KTM’s crash really well. His was just a big rash on the tanks, a broken foot peg, broken pillion grabhandle and broken clutch lever. Nothing a bit of a credit card can’t fix.
Andy came to see what mischief had been made and took over the recovery.
There wasn’t much else I could do, so I fondly called Bob a doos for crashing so well, said I’d see him at the end and headed off.
Up till then the bike had been bellowing away as per usual, but coming into the checkpoint gearing down I had a fuel problem, the bike just cut out? Bugger!
I have a Facet fuel pump, I could hear it when I switched the ignition on so that wasn’t the issue, the bike still cranked but wouldn’t fire. So it had to be spark or fuel starvation. Facets are very sensitive to dirt so I have an upstream filter. I had never carried the spare along but had added it at the last minute and that’s exactly what turned out to be the issue. It took less than 5 minutes to change out.
Apparently we were to be held for another 45 minutes before being let off again so myself and Roost headed into town to get another R100 of petrol.
I was 4th into the checkpoint but a few guys were let off ahead of me who’d arrived behind me, so I was on a mission again to catch them. I finally got back up to Roost at the train track back to Zone 7 but he was really flying, I was up to 120 in places and I was not making a dent in the 300 meters between us. On one concrete posted chicane I saw tracks from someone who had overcooked on the way in and the track went right over two large holes on the way out. As there were only 4 people ahead I was sure it was him. It was exhilarating blasting along on a trail as wide as a tire at those speeds. The main thing that was keeping the adrenaline factory busy was the thought of a steenbok shooting out of the bush.
In the beer drink after, Roost did say the tracks over the holes were his. Nutter!
Bob was all smiles, though his better half looked a mixture of less than impressed and relief.
The hard yarders. A bunch of guys who should really get a hand were the chaps who kept at it. To keep going is the motto and they were doing just that. They came in quite a while later;
And, a big cheer went to Jdog, he bought his antique home with no front brake and no clutch. If anyone deserves to get in, I think he should. He did admit though that PE sand is very different to WC sand.
It was a great day out, the beer was really good at the end and another huge thanks to all who made it happen, I can’t imagine it is much fun to be on the admin and organisation end some of the time but it sure did allow me some fun time.
I just have to work on the “it’s not a race” thing.
Recently I have done little riding due to work so shaking the webs out and especially with others is fun. Not many pictures I am afraid.
There seemed to be a better turnout than last time, also it was noticeable that fewer big bikes were going to give it a go. There were 2 450 KTM factory rallye bikes and 2 690 KTM Rallye bikes, **** of note. There were quite a few 690 enduro bikes some with the new faring options, they looked neat.
I started 2 from the back with Legedema and Tau. I didn’t have to qualify and as there was undoubtedly going to be a lot of sand, I thought I’d give the other punters who really were giving it a go the pleasure of not having to ride in the trench that the 950 can make.
The start was a sign of things to come... I jumped it. Alex changed his start technique from the last one. Previously he counted off the seconds with his fingers like you see the guys do on TV, this time he was doing the same but in 10 second intervals per finger? So with one finger having been put away he then held his hand out flat at 5 seconds to go. I can’t speak KameelKop start sign language so with that and the old adrenaline boost, I was off.
Tau had tagged on to us after having taken a lap of the MX track on his Dakar bike. He had to, he had no GPS. His gave up on him so he was left having to trust others’ route taking. On chatting with him, by his own admission it is less the fault of the GPS and more some bad karma with him around them. Bob of Legedema fame was nursing a really bad hangover and was keen just to have a good day out. He too had already qualified the first time around. We’ve ridden together a bit recently and he’d be a good riding partner.
The first bit of track under the power lines was really churned up and within a few hundred meters we passed Jdog. I thought what a shame, he’d travelled all that way, nursed his antique to the start line and within less than 5 minutes from the start was having issues. Oh well, not much we could do.
I, sadly, have more than a little bit of competitive spirit in me and even though I was, at the start, committed to having just a fun day out, I just couldn’t help seeing each rider up ahead as an objective. That is my fun! So it was with less than 10 minutes into the course, that my initial charitable gesture about the trench digger staying at the back was forgotten about. I was in race mode. The track was at one stage very whooped out and though the big twin is not that keen in them – the carbs start to act up and the laws of physics are just too much even for WP suspension – It was fun to haul in a few guys through them.
The new tire I had put on up front was really to my liking. It is a Michelin Desert. It is a very aggressive knobbly and was way better than the Mitas I had on for the first time around. Everything was feeling great, by the time I got to checkpoint 1, more than half the field were behind. Most of the passes where as a result of being a bit lucky on the navigation than on pure riding.
This checkpoint idea is great. We were held for 20 minutes before being sent on again. It helps the marshals and photographers get ahead and set up. It is also a great time to check all the bits are still on the bike and have a chat with the other competitors. Mark and Steve, the two lucky sods on the Rallye 450’s had joined so it was great to see these rare jewels up close and to have a chin wag about how the ride was for them.
Once off again, Atlantis was next up. The navigating was much harder this time and one turn in particular next to a media crew got most of us. I got really lucky and worked it out fairly quickly and was amazed to see only 3 tracks ahead of me. I think in that little section I must have gotten past 10 bikes but I only remember seeing 2.
Alex had changed the route to include some interesting features, at one point we were riding through a sandy single track with massive holes that pockmarked the area. If a guy fell in there it would have been tough to get out. The sand this time was much better; besides the really tight stuff it was mostly 2nd and 3rd gear, no worries about overheating like the last time. In looking at my gps tracks, I thought I was going quicker, but fastest in the sand was close to 60, most of it was at 30 or so. I had one pretty hairy moment coming up to the next media stakeout. They were setup at the end of a straight of whoops under the powerline. I have found the bike can double them but they have to be the longer wavelength ones. The shorter deeper ones have to be taken with care as if the series is more than 3 really deep ones the weight on the front doesn’t skip across the tops but goes mining and brings the bike to a savage stop. It’s nice to have cameras around when it all comes together, I was swearing in my helmet as I can’t say that I was all in control at that point.
This time around Atlantis took much less time; only 24 minutes as opposed to more than an hour and a bucketful of sweat.
I was very surprised to see no other bikes at the next checkpoint. Apparently the 3 ahead; Rovrat, Gideon and his son, (sorry can’t remember the name) had come through so fast they had beaten the marshals and so had just carried on. My old riding buddy from last time, Bob was not far behind me and had been having a great time. He too also forgot that it was not a race. In between the banter whilst waiting, he did promise that he was going to haul me in on the next section. Apparently the Amageza is not a race… Funny, to me, it sure did feel like one – Boys + toys + challenge + timing = Knitting? Ha!
Bob is blitzig in open sandy stuff or gravel and with his promise still playing in the background I was determined not to get passed by him. He has an economical style that makes him look like he’s not really flying or working hard, but, just try keep up…
I was about 4 minutes ahead at the checkpoint but they let him go early or he really cooked the tar bit before the track headed back into the sand and gravel. He caught up when I took a turn really wide around a bush and sank to the bashplate. I’d hit the epicentre of a high density mole city. It took 3 goes of pushing the bike over, filling the holes under the wheels, picking it up, trying to push the bike out, only to get stuck a metre on. I just got the bike back onto the track when he caught up. Bugger!
I wicked it up a bit on the next stretch, only to lowside a turn and then also made a small navigation error but he was still behind so either he was just having fun or his babalas was holding him back. At almost the same place where I got stuck in the trees the last time, I caught some tree and bashed my hand and had to stop to twist the hand guard back around. Bob stopped too and waved me on, we were nearly at the railway line and we’d said at the start that from there we’d take it easy as the culverts were pretty dangerous.
I hit the first culvert not too fast but at the pace we were cruising it still had my attention. With less than 500 meters to go to the next checkpoint that I could see up ahead, Bob squirted past.
60 meters later he pranged hard.
I hadn’t seen the next culvert but as he came past, I backed off a bit intending to stay out of his roost. I think this is what saved me. If he hadn’t passed me I think it might have been me that would be lying by the side of the road.
I had a grandstand seat to the whole mess. I was slithering about with my own issues of hauling on the anchors trying to shed some speed. My GPS says I was doing 85 when he came past. I hit the culvert doing 30. Bob was still trying hard when he hit the other side of the culvert. I just saw a snaking bike go in and a flying bike and Bob come out. I popped out the other side and slid to a stop behind his bike in time to see Bob clearly in pain already doing a side crawl type thing trying to get to the side of the track. I can imagine all he was thinking about whilst getting a beating was getting another by being run over by me.
It was a relief to see was in pretty good shape for such a huge crash with just his ankle hurt. I advised him not to take his boot off but he was having none of it so I helped him off with his boot. No blood or bones but a graze at the top of the boot was all there was to show. I picked his bike up, KTM’s crash really well. His was just a big rash on the tanks, a broken foot peg, broken pillion grabhandle and broken clutch lever. Nothing a bit of a credit card can’t fix.
Andy came to see what mischief had been made and took over the recovery.
There wasn’t much else I could do, so I fondly called Bob a doos for crashing so well, said I’d see him at the end and headed off.
Up till then the bike had been bellowing away as per usual, but coming into the checkpoint gearing down I had a fuel problem, the bike just cut out? Bugger!
I have a Facet fuel pump, I could hear it when I switched the ignition on so that wasn’t the issue, the bike still cranked but wouldn’t fire. So it had to be spark or fuel starvation. Facets are very sensitive to dirt so I have an upstream filter. I had never carried the spare along but had added it at the last minute and that’s exactly what turned out to be the issue. It took less than 5 minutes to change out.
Apparently we were to be held for another 45 minutes before being let off again so myself and Roost headed into town to get another R100 of petrol.
I was 4th into the checkpoint but a few guys were let off ahead of me who’d arrived behind me, so I was on a mission again to catch them. I finally got back up to Roost at the train track back to Zone 7 but he was really flying, I was up to 120 in places and I was not making a dent in the 300 meters between us. On one concrete posted chicane I saw tracks from someone who had overcooked on the way in and the track went right over two large holes on the way out. As there were only 4 people ahead I was sure it was him. It was exhilarating blasting along on a trail as wide as a tire at those speeds. The main thing that was keeping the adrenaline factory busy was the thought of a steenbok shooting out of the bush.
In the beer drink after, Roost did say the tracks over the holes were his. Nutter!
Bob was all smiles, though his better half looked a mixture of less than impressed and relief.
The hard yarders. A bunch of guys who should really get a hand were the chaps who kept at it. To keep going is the motto and they were doing just that. They came in quite a while later;
And, a big cheer went to Jdog, he bought his antique home with no front brake and no clutch. If anyone deserves to get in, I think he should. He did admit though that PE sand is very different to WC sand.
It was a great day out, the beer was really good at the end and another huge thanks to all who made it happen, I can’t imagine it is much fun to be on the admin and organisation end some of the time but it sure did allow me some fun time.
I just have to work on the “it’s not a race” thing.
Sprocketbek
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Sprocketbek
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A 640 is still one awesome bike, just watch Mool doing his thing.
I was standing on the side of the tweespoor with a tripod and stood aside (to my right) everytime the bikes came too close.
Mool was a bit out of control and tapped off just before he reached me. I stood my ground as long as I dared and jumped to the right with the camera & tripod.
He passed to the left of me....damn, that was the closest I've come to being used for traction. :
I was standing on the side of the tweespoor with a tripod and stood aside (to my right) everytime the bikes came too close.
Mool was a bit out of control and tapped off just before he reached me. I stood my ground as long as I dared and jumped to the right with the camera & tripod.
He passed to the left of me....damn, that was the closest I've come to being used for traction.
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Looks like you guys had an awesome day.
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It seemed that the experience achieved or shared from the Amageza Rally Run's 1st Western Cape Qualifier helped all the entrants for the 2nd Qualifier to bring their beautifully preped bikes and race-face.
Team Amageza used this event to work through the Dakar-tested Check Point system. The day's route was divided into 4 legs - containing 3 Check Points (CPs). Participants had a maximum time to reach these CPs, where they were held, regrouped and released again onto the next leg - in the order of arrival. The time in a CP is then subtracted for the participant's total route time. This worked fantastic to keep all the 'behind the scenes' logics and support at hand for the active participants. Many thanks to all the Marshals and support crew :thumleft: who helped make this happen.
Out of all the hardcore participants, 90% made it to CP1; and incredibly a further 80% of the total participants successfully achieved leg 2 & 3. A number of the guys were flying, and set new records for both these legs - not that we're timing you : ;D ...'Cause the Amageza Rally Run is not a race.
I cannot wait to work through all the film & photo imagery from our media crew... I know it's going to be extreme >
Well done to all the riders... You rode like rally demi-gods, and lived up to the Amageza Rally Run challenge.
Team Amageza used this event to work through the Dakar-tested Check Point system. The day's route was divided into 4 legs - containing 3 Check Points (CPs). Participants had a maximum time to reach these CPs, where they were held, regrouped and released again onto the next leg - in the order of arrival. The time in a CP is then subtracted for the participant's total route time. This worked fantastic to keep all the 'behind the scenes' logics and support at hand for the active participants. Many thanks to all the Marshals and support crew :thumleft: who helped make this happen.
Out of all the hardcore participants, 90% made it to CP1; and incredibly a further 80% of the total participants successfully achieved leg 2 & 3. A number of the guys were flying, and set new records for both these legs - not that we're timing you :
;D ...'Cause the Amageza Rally Run is not a race. I cannot wait to work through all the film & photo imagery from our media crew... I know it's going to be extreme
> Well done to all the riders... You rode like rally demi-gods, and lived up to the Amageza Rally Run challenge.
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Nick that 640 photo's is one of your best!
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Sprocketbek said:
These two KTM 690 Factory Rally Bikes look and sounds awesome! :biggrin:
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Nick Dankie dat jy jou lewe so gewaag het, dit was maar net genade.
het julle gesien en toe daardie "'jy gaan waar jy kyk'" ding gedoen en to is die k@k los. :
Thanks for sharing your talent and efforts with us.
het julle gesien en toe daardie "'jy gaan waar jy kyk'" ding gedoen en to is die k@k los. :
Thanks for sharing your talent and efforts with us.
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Truly magnificent pictures Nic. I have never seen sand fly as a mist and in such detail ever on a picture.
As always a big thanks must go out to all who make this work. Marissa, Kobus, Wayne on management. Nic and Pure Orange on media and recovery. Jeff and Nandie on media. Last but worth their weight in gold is the marshalls, Andy, John, Ossie, Buzzlightyear and co. A huge thanks to Scrat, Tour and SACK who sweeped.
Thanks to Stephen and his wife from motogear fot attending. Hope we see you on every event.
And off-course the participants, who without, this event would have stayed a dream. It was awesome to have such talented riders. A heartfelt thanks to all of you.
In my heart there are only two types of riders, Amageza, and the rest.
As always a big thanks must go out to all who make this work. Marissa, Kobus, Wayne on management. Nic and Pure Orange on media and recovery. Jeff and Nandie on media. Last but worth their weight in gold is the marshalls, Andy, John, Ossie, Buzzlightyear and co. A huge thanks to Scrat, Tour and SACK who sweeped.
Thanks to Stephen and his wife from motogear fot attending. Hope we see you on every event.
And off-course the participants, who without, this event would have stayed a dream. It was awesome to have such talented riders. A heartfelt thanks to all of you.
In my heart there are only two types of riders, Amageza, and the rest.
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Kameelkop said:
That really sounds is a truly Gr8 way to describe this event :thumleft: :thumleft:
Even without having experienced the event, in person & going on just the really Gr8 videos, photos, RR's & comments by the competitors & people involved with this Event,... I can fully believe that statement that KK has made.
You guys are truly in a league of your own. Big respect to you all. :salut: :salut: :notworthy: :notworthy:
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wayneh said:
I made the 1st checkpoint in time, but then had to assist with a breakdown, and had my own breakdown. :xxbah: This caused me to loose an hour right at the Atlantis entrance. While we were trying to repair, we had guys coming out all over the bushes, after getting lost in the dunes proper. (Its not such a good idea to have your GPS in your shirt pocket while trying to navigate that track.)
The hour I lost, put me way way in the back, and I had an eerie ride through the back of Atlantis all one my own,
(we could not fix Shaun1's starter problem and he had to retire.) There was no sound of bikes, and nobody around. I got to the Media point, to find it deserted. Then found a deserted Checkpoint 2. At one point I had my leg pinned under the bike, and thought I might have to sleep there for the night! :eek7: I was starting to talk to myself by the time I caught up to some stragglers on section 3. I then found checkpoint 3 also deserted. Hopefully we have more Marshalls at the main event, so that they can wait for when I come along. For me this was not a race. I am way too slow anyway. But I set off to make sure I finish this, and I did. Eventually. :biggrin:
At least some of you waited for me at the end! Thanks for that picture Kamanya. Not my prettiest, but it captured how knackered I was. :eek7:
Roost is not a nutter on the bike, he is totally off the wall, with no respect for the elders around him. And yes, if you see tracks straight through a corner, that would probably be him! :mwink: It is absolutely nuts how fast you guys went through that sand. I am posting my Fails, but not here. Just now the Amageza crew think I cannot ride. :imaposer: I will post the success video on here. Not so funny, but it shows how difficult the track was running right at the back.
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