Steyn farm - Aranos - Halfway to Gobasis - back to Aranos - Bosduin farm
The travelling today was very cautious after our newfound respect for the Kalahari gravel/sand, Flippie's leg was even trapped by his won bike deciding to rest on top of it. With about an hour left before sunset we made it to Aranos with only the 40km out to the farm left, which we even described with confidence to be great timing. I even discovered here in Aranos that my starter was working again although it was at the expense of my headlight.
Now to put this next piece into perspective I need to tell you that I had been doing all the navigation so far, which wasn't something to brag about until today.. We were visiting a friend of Flippie's so obviously he contacted him to ask which road we should be taking to get to his farm, after the quick phone call we saddled up and were on our way, at 47km into the supposed to be 40km ride(which you must note is about 45min on the scoots) we stopped at a farm house to ask if they could give us directions, at which point we realised we were wrong, see in Nam everyone knows everyone, and when the girl failed to recognise their 20thousand hectare farm name we knew we had to be way off. Thanks Flippie!
This would not have been such a big problem with 20mins of daylight left but with no light this night might still get very long seeing that we now didn't know where the farm was. With 20kms left to Aranos darkness struck but we also witnessed the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. Somewhere along the road we found cellphone signal and the ever-kind Kobus de Jager(our host for the next two days) offered/agreed to come and fetch us in Aranos. But this still left us with 20km's of gravel at night. We managed to reach a speed of 40km/h with Flippie riding 45degrees behind me in the lane on my right, the system was working beautifully although after about 20mins I realised my eyes were getting very dry and with the slight burn we decided that we weren't blinking from pure concentration.
That was one of the most rewarding rides of the trip for me as it was such a challenge so we rewarded ourselves with a tall brandy at the Aranos hotel while waiting for Kobus(we later realised his mother had phoned the whole town asking whether someone had seen two crazy kids on scooters passing by).
We loaded the scooters onto the bakkie and in our excitement of finally reaching the farm we even managed to break Flippie's key off in the ignition.
That night we spent laughing at the navigational mastermind Flip had turned out to be on the three roads that Aranos posesses.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Tumble
All was going well, we had planned a long day to Aranos and things were going well, we fueled in Gochas and planned a short route. I was confident that we would now be able to conquer any roads as the biggest challenge would lie ahead of Gochas, o how wrong I would be..
We stopped kilometers short of the the crash site, I wanted to turn off and take a different route to Aranos but Flippie insisted we continued straight so off we went. It was only a couple of minutes down the road that the action began.
I came over the hill and saw the sandy patch, tried to change lanes but to cross lanes on scooter isnt as easy as it sounds and so I was comitted. As I entered the sand patch the rear started to wiggle as it had done many a time but soon I realised this was getting out of hand and this is where I should have saved it, the moment I thought about that it was too late, the final swerve to the right was when I realised this might be it, and as soon as that thought crossed my mind I knew it was about to get fun. Next momnet I was over the ridge on the left of the road which the grader had made and I gave in to the fact of falling(which I had been trying to avoid for a week and a half seeing that we had a massive rivalry to not fall first). Next thing I remember was opening my eyes and only seeing gravel flash past my helmet at what must have been close on 60kmph, so I closed my eyes again. Next thing I remember was cuddling the bike, which according to Flippie had done a majestic somersault behind me.
I stood up and Flip was running towards me at his top speed which reminded me a lot of walking. He asked me whether I was alright and I responded that he should wait for the adrenaline to wear off before we could make that call, I walked around for a bit and then my vision became blurred and I was light headed, so I sat down in the middle of the road until it wore off. And basically that was it, except for the Flip's constant laughing for the next 20mins at least.
All is well that ends well I guess.
We stopped kilometers short of the the crash site, I wanted to turn off and take a different route to Aranos but Flippie insisted we continued straight so off we went. It was only a couple of minutes down the road that the action began.
I came over the hill and saw the sandy patch, tried to change lanes but to cross lanes on scooter isnt as easy as it sounds and so I was comitted. As I entered the sand patch the rear started to wiggle as it had done many a time but soon I realised this was getting out of hand and this is where I should have saved it, the moment I thought about that it was too late, the final swerve to the right was when I realised this might be it, and as soon as that thought crossed my mind I knew it was about to get fun. Next momnet I was over the ridge on the left of the road which the grader had made and I gave in to the fact of falling(which I had been trying to avoid for a week and a half seeing that we had a massive rivalry to not fall first). Next thing I remember was opening my eyes and only seeing gravel flash past my helmet at what must have been close on 60kmph, so I closed my eyes again. Next thing I remember was cuddling the bike, which according to Flippie had done a majestic somersault behind me.
I stood up and Flip was running towards me at his top speed which reminded me a lot of walking. He asked me whether I was alright and I responded that he should wait for the adrenaline to wear off before we could make that call, I walked around for a bit and then my vision became blurred and I was light headed, so I sat down in the middle of the road until it wore off. And basically that was it, except for the Flip's constant laughing for the next 20mins at least.
All is well that ends well I guess.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Gallery
What goes up must come down
After a way ahead of schedule stop at Koës we head to Aranos via Gochas planning on a pretty decent looking 280km which should take us round about 4 hours. We were making plans to go to Swakop, Windhoek and even go and watch the Newlands Test, I mean we had time to do all that! that changed...
5km outside of Koës my air filter got blocked which was fine because it should be cleaned every 1000 miles but it took us 2hours to clean the thing, that's where Big Boy kinda let it slip, you need to take the whole bike apart to get to the filter! With that done and dusted we discovered that not all the gravel roads in Namibia are like the tar roads of South Africa. Now there are two type of roads that the scooter don't perform too well on, one is corrugated road and the main one is sand roads, now that is imposseble to drive on! It's all fun and games to make sports and play the fool until someone gets hurt, then it gets hilarious!
Du Toit and I love the Kalahari, it's a place for the sole and it gives birth to loving and caring people with true goodness in them, luckily, otherwise we would have been screwed.
What happened was this, we were driving at a leisurely 60km/hour when Du Toit claims he just could not contain himself any longer and jumped off his bike at full pace to hug and kiss the earth. or that's what he claims to have happened, to me it looked like he helped himself to a quite spectacular fall and in the process finding a much quicker way of dissembling the bike...jip that's where it got hilarious, I had a laugh and then laughed some more, it was classic!
But then reality struck we were faced with the very real possibility that we would not be able to continue our trip. We could not get the engine going and the whole front part of the bodywork was lying in pieces in the sand.
Our first real introduction of the goodness of the Kalahari people
The Strauss family of Liberty farms came to our rescue loading the bike and taking it to their farm and then offering us accommodation and a meal, now folks a meal in this part of the world aint what you might find at your normal house or preferred place of dining, two casseroles of meat, sausages(cause that doesn't count as meat in these part of the world) bread and little or no salad, which in my mind is as good as a meal can get.
So the next morning we got the bike "fixed" using alot of ductape and very little skill on Toit or my own part, the starter wasn't working but the rest of the electronics were tip top! Du Toit claimed an injured ankle and said I should kickstart his bike for him...tjik tjik pilots I tell you. So off we were going to Etosha come hell or high water...or sand for that matter.
Well not quite, my airfilter got blocked again! So it was fixing time again but this time a giant came to our rescue. Pieter Steyn was that giant he played rugby for namibia for 13 years, 2 worldcups and all of that in the lock jumper! He gave us the use off his compressor and his wife tried to get us even fatter!
Clicè time... this one is for Toit, "its not about how many times you fall but rather how many times you stand up that matters..." just don't make a habit out of it buddy, these Kalahari people are gonna fatten us up if we don't stay clear.
The sand was winning the battle but we're not prepared to consede the war just yet.
5km outside of Koës my air filter got blocked which was fine because it should be cleaned every 1000 miles but it took us 2hours to clean the thing, that's where Big Boy kinda let it slip, you need to take the whole bike apart to get to the filter! With that done and dusted we discovered that not all the gravel roads in Namibia are like the tar roads of South Africa. Now there are two type of roads that the scooter don't perform too well on, one is corrugated road and the main one is sand roads, now that is imposseble to drive on! It's all fun and games to make sports and play the fool until someone gets hurt, then it gets hilarious!
Du Toit and I love the Kalahari, it's a place for the sole and it gives birth to loving and caring people with true goodness in them, luckily, otherwise we would have been screwed.
What happened was this, we were driving at a leisurely 60km/hour when Du Toit claims he just could not contain himself any longer and jumped off his bike at full pace to hug and kiss the earth. or that's what he claims to have happened, to me it looked like he helped himself to a quite spectacular fall and in the process finding a much quicker way of dissembling the bike...jip that's where it got hilarious, I had a laugh and then laughed some more, it was classic!
But then reality struck we were faced with the very real possibility that we would not be able to continue our trip. We could not get the engine going and the whole front part of the bodywork was lying in pieces in the sand.
Our first real introduction of the goodness of the Kalahari people
The Strauss family of Liberty farms came to our rescue loading the bike and taking it to their farm and then offering us accommodation and a meal, now folks a meal in this part of the world aint what you might find at your normal house or preferred place of dining, two casseroles of meat, sausages(cause that doesn't count as meat in these part of the world) bread and little or no salad, which in my mind is as good as a meal can get.
So the next morning we got the bike "fixed" using alot of ductape and very little skill on Toit or my own part, the starter wasn't working but the rest of the electronics were tip top! Du Toit claimed an injured ankle and said I should kickstart his bike for him...tjik tjik pilots I tell you. So off we were going to Etosha come hell or high water...or sand for that matter.
Well not quite, my airfilter got blocked again! So it was fixing time again but this time a giant came to our rescue. Pieter Steyn was that giant he played rugby for namibia for 13 years, 2 worldcups and all of that in the lock jumper! He gave us the use off his compressor and his wife tried to get us even fatter!
Clicè time... this one is for Toit, "its not about how many times you fall but rather how many times you stand up that matters..." just don't make a habit out of it buddy, these Kalahari people are gonna fatten us up if we don't stay clear.
The sand was winning the battle but we're not prepared to consede the war just yet.
First and so far only flat tyre
Flippie sporting his mechanical skills to the hundreds of Calvinia girls
Friday, July 20, 2012
One small step for mankind, One giant leap for Us
We had a recap today and came to the conclusion that we are actually way ahead of schedule. Which is really nice if you think that the bikes don't really like driving in mid day temperatures, we don't enjoy waking early, spent 2 nights with a notorious owl of stellenbosch and we also had a flat tyre.
Du toit and I both have a sense of direction its just weird how mine always takes us in the opposite direction of our "planned" destination, now Toit is in sole command of the map.
Upington has some of the more beautiful girls of this world. They also stole our snacks there... we wernt focusing on our backpacks... unfortunately its nightlife sucks and I kinda need the cloak of darkness to sweettalk the fairer sex, 'sigh'.
We dicided we were over South Africa and need to breathe some Nambabwe air so to the border we went. The crossing went well but to get a micro sim in Namibia is as easy as finding water in the Kalahari, wait it's even harder than that, today we found 2 dams full of the essence of life.
Just outside of Ariamsvlei we built our first tent in the riverbed next to the road 7kms outside of town. Now folks that was pure bliss, we had deafening stillness, we had jackel howling, we had a guy chasing his donkey cart at midnight like he was late for the Durban July, We were woken up by some prehistoric animal barking, it seems the animal is also inviseble. O and the stars steel the show, with them i would have had a much better chance with them upington girls...
As a part time job Du Toit builds biological wepons of mass destruction, currently he is building one that a human body can produce if you feed it with biltong and red meat. it has 2 variations one you can hear the sound is simalar to the sound that you might hear if you blow air through your compressed lips the other you dont hear at all, the results are equally devestating... he held evacuation drills through out the night, the only part were not perfecting is performing them in a orderly fashion.
We are having difficulty finding internet and the computers here are still diesel driven, but the updates and tweets are coming.
biker regards
Flippie
shout out to webdesign in uppington for helping us out with internet facilities, Toit still thinks it's his dashing good looks that did the trick
Du toit and I both have a sense of direction its just weird how mine always takes us in the opposite direction of our "planned" destination, now Toit is in sole command of the map.
Upington has some of the more beautiful girls of this world. They also stole our snacks there... we wernt focusing on our backpacks... unfortunately its nightlife sucks and I kinda need the cloak of darkness to sweettalk the fairer sex, 'sigh'.
We dicided we were over South Africa and need to breathe some Nambabwe air so to the border we went. The crossing went well but to get a micro sim in Namibia is as easy as finding water in the Kalahari, wait it's even harder than that, today we found 2 dams full of the essence of life.
Just outside of Ariamsvlei we built our first tent in the riverbed next to the road 7kms outside of town. Now folks that was pure bliss, we had deafening stillness, we had jackel howling, we had a guy chasing his donkey cart at midnight like he was late for the Durban July, We were woken up by some prehistoric animal barking, it seems the animal is also inviseble. O and the stars steel the show, with them i would have had a much better chance with them upington girls...
As a part time job Du Toit builds biological wepons of mass destruction, currently he is building one that a human body can produce if you feed it with biltong and red meat. it has 2 variations one you can hear the sound is simalar to the sound that you might hear if you blow air through your compressed lips the other you dont hear at all, the results are equally devestating... he held evacuation drills through out the night, the only part were not perfecting is performing them in a orderly fashion.
We are having difficulty finding internet and the computers here are still diesel driven, but the updates and tweets are coming.
biker regards
Flippie
shout out to webdesign in uppington for helping us out with internet facilities, Toit still thinks it's his dashing good looks that did the trick
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The Massive day
Tankwa - calvinia - Keimoes
Now everyone knew today was going to be a huge challenge due to our obvious lack of pace, every single biker I spoke to told me we wouldn't make it in a day, so many people doubted our plan I even reverted to not telling people that we were doing it in one day to spare us the speech.
We left before sunrise to ride into the daylight, which sounds very romantic but let me tell you something, when your fingers start to feel the morning cold it quickly becomes more of a punishment than a reward to open the throttle. At first it was cold, then the cold turned into pain and then after an hour the pain went away and that was when I started to worry! Never in my life do I want to be that cold again.
We fueled up in Calvinia and when we wanted to depart we came across our first hurdle, a flat on Flippies rear tyre. He refuses that it was his extra weight that caused this but we had to fix it and quick, otherwise all those bikers would be correct and we wouldn't make it in one day. Superquick helped us out and we were on our way again. Ar this point I must just say the friendliness of the people and the interest in the trip was increasing tenfold. At first people would just stare in disbelief, their next step would be to make a quick snipe at our madness and then the smiles and their own war stories would surface, the people we are meeting is already amazing and its only day 2 of traveling. One gentleman(owner of Calvinia Spar), obviously noticing that Flippie is an avid eater, even gave him a pie while he was waiting for the tyre to be fixed.
It was getting close to sunset and we were getting close to Keimoes and also the Kalahari, this is the reason we came this way and with the setting sun on our left and about 7 hours of traveling in our bums the views were just spectacular. If I was more of a man I would even admit that I got a bit emotional and just realised what an awesome country we live in.
We made it to Keimoes just after dark to be greeted by one of our old Stellies(Tollies) friends Wilhelm Baard, a farmer in the area. He organized us a great braai with enough meet to scare any veagen, and with the braai ending in the early hours with some oldies rock msuic it truely was an epic day!
From Keimoes
Lekker braai
Du Toit
O yes we are a bit computer retarded so we are trying to get the pics posted as soon as possible.
Now everyone knew today was going to be a huge challenge due to our obvious lack of pace, every single biker I spoke to told me we wouldn't make it in a day, so many people doubted our plan I even reverted to not telling people that we were doing it in one day to spare us the speech.
We left before sunrise to ride into the daylight, which sounds very romantic but let me tell you something, when your fingers start to feel the morning cold it quickly becomes more of a punishment than a reward to open the throttle. At first it was cold, then the cold turned into pain and then after an hour the pain went away and that was when I started to worry! Never in my life do I want to be that cold again.
We fueled up in Calvinia and when we wanted to depart we came across our first hurdle, a flat on Flippies rear tyre. He refuses that it was his extra weight that caused this but we had to fix it and quick, otherwise all those bikers would be correct and we wouldn't make it in one day. Superquick helped us out and we were on our way again. Ar this point I must just say the friendliness of the people and the interest in the trip was increasing tenfold. At first people would just stare in disbelief, their next step would be to make a quick snipe at our madness and then the smiles and their own war stories would surface, the people we are meeting is already amazing and its only day 2 of traveling. One gentleman(owner of Calvinia Spar), obviously noticing that Flippie is an avid eater, even gave him a pie while he was waiting for the tyre to be fixed.
It was getting close to sunset and we were getting close to Keimoes and also the Kalahari, this is the reason we came this way and with the setting sun on our left and about 7 hours of traveling in our bums the views were just spectacular. If I was more of a man I would even admit that I got a bit emotional and just realised what an awesome country we live in.
We made it to Keimoes just after dark to be greeted by one of our old Stellies(Tollies) friends Wilhelm Baard, a farmer in the area. He organized us a great braai with enough meet to scare any veagen, and with the braai ending in the early hours with some oldies rock msuic it truely was an epic day!
From Keimoes
Lekker braai
Du Toit
O yes we are a bit computer retarded so we are trying to get the pics posted as soon as possible.
We're underway and flying!
Grabouw- ceres - Tankwa tented camp
So monday we got underway for the second time and made great haste of getting out of the wetter parts of SA, by mid afternoon we crossed the Theronsberg pass and at that moment we knew our chances of getting rain lessened by roughly definitely.
Short after the pass we hit what must be the smoothest gravel road in all of the country, we had 90km of gravel and then we would be reaching Tankwa which the scooters quickly put behind us.
We have now established the fuel consumption is roughly 28km/l which gives us a range of 150km and with our extra tanks 300km, this was handy because Ceres and Calvinia are the two towns furthest apart in the whole country(who chose this route?)
Special thanks to Bernard the supervisor of Tankwa tented camp for greeting us with two scrumptious brandy and cokes, definitely my favorite kind of greeting..
Tomorrow is a mammoth day of close on 500km all the way to Keimoes which is about 40km from Upington.
From the Tankwa
Cheers vir eers
Du Toit
So monday we got underway for the second time and made great haste of getting out of the wetter parts of SA, by mid afternoon we crossed the Theronsberg pass and at that moment we knew our chances of getting rain lessened by roughly definitely.
Short after the pass we hit what must be the smoothest gravel road in all of the country, we had 90km of gravel and then we would be reaching Tankwa which the scooters quickly put behind us.
We have now established the fuel consumption is roughly 28km/l which gives us a range of 150km and with our extra tanks 300km, this was handy because Ceres and Calvinia are the two towns furthest apart in the whole country(who chose this route?)
Special thanks to Bernard the supervisor of Tankwa tented camp for greeting us with two scrumptious brandy and cokes, definitely my favorite kind of greeting..
Tomorrow is a mammoth day of close on 500km all the way to Keimoes which is about 40km from Upington.
From the Tankwa
Cheers vir eers
Du Toit
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Hurry up and Wait
So we left Grabouw for Etosha this morning
We're in Grabouw again this evening... now Grabouw is a fantastic place to be don't get me wrong but not when you planned on sleeping 500km from here...
Now what happened was this, one bike refused to start after our first stop @veliersdorp and even the best efforts of Du Toit and I, which i'll admit may not get us a top position as outo electricians, could not get the bike running again. So we were forced to take it back to the dealers to get it fixed as the supposed 24/7 line wasn't quite so 24/7...
Now ive been told a good adventurer is one who can turn "unfavourable" situations around and emerge stronger. Now whether or not we are in the "good adventurer" class I don't know, and we can't yet establish, but I've heard just about the perfect mix of: "you cant make it", "its impossible" and "rediculous" to take me to Ethosha. As they say 'the faint hart never got the fair maiden'.
A glimps on planing and packing.
Now I had this part sorted, i really did. i mean i had a jean, biker kit, water(cause thats important in the desert), 2 shirts, underpants, socks and additional shoes. O and i have a bear grilles ultimate survivor serated edge knife! The coolest gadget ever!so as you see i covered everything, Du Toit the luxury driven person he is out did me, he had all of the above(except the knife) but he had a lighter charger, 3 shirts, 3 undies and 3 socks! jip we had it covered!
In stepped the parents and experts...
Now we have a stove, a food bag, a FULL bag of clothes, sleeping bags, extra tyres, repair kit, extra fuel, a tent and even a medic kit to name but a few! ja i know them old folks... tjik tjik tjik. But a shout out to all those who helped and offered advice it is appreciated and will surely help a lot. As I said we're rookies.
So tomorrow its go time again hopefully this time the travelling gods will smile more favourably on us. Can't wait for the snow of the karoo and the open spaces of the magnifisant kalahari.
lastly big up to 3 SA teams in the super rugby playoffs!it will give me a semi to see you guys go through...
For more updates and pics follow me @flippie_vzyl and @Du2Toit onTwitter
biker regards
from the picturesc elgin valley
AGAIN
We're in Grabouw again this evening... now Grabouw is a fantastic place to be don't get me wrong but not when you planned on sleeping 500km from here...
Now what happened was this, one bike refused to start after our first stop @veliersdorp and even the best efforts of Du Toit and I, which i'll admit may not get us a top position as outo electricians, could not get the bike running again. So we were forced to take it back to the dealers to get it fixed as the supposed 24/7 line wasn't quite so 24/7...
Now ive been told a good adventurer is one who can turn "unfavourable" situations around and emerge stronger. Now whether or not we are in the "good adventurer" class I don't know, and we can't yet establish, but I've heard just about the perfect mix of: "you cant make it", "its impossible" and "rediculous" to take me to Ethosha. As they say 'the faint hart never got the fair maiden'.
A glimps on planing and packing.
Now I had this part sorted, i really did. i mean i had a jean, biker kit, water(cause thats important in the desert), 2 shirts, underpants, socks and additional shoes. O and i have a bear grilles ultimate survivor serated edge knife! The coolest gadget ever!so as you see i covered everything, Du Toit the luxury driven person he is out did me, he had all of the above(except the knife) but he had a lighter charger, 3 shirts, 3 undies and 3 socks! jip we had it covered!
In stepped the parents and experts...
Now we have a stove, a food bag, a FULL bag of clothes, sleeping bags, extra tyres, repair kit, extra fuel, a tent and even a medic kit to name but a few! ja i know them old folks... tjik tjik tjik. But a shout out to all those who helped and offered advice it is appreciated and will surely help a lot. As I said we're rookies.
So tomorrow its go time again hopefully this time the travelling gods will smile more favourably on us. Can't wait for the snow of the karoo and the open spaces of the magnifisant kalahari.
lastly big up to 3 SA teams in the super rugby playoffs!it will give me a semi to see you guys go through...
For more updates and pics follow me @flippie_vzyl and @Du2Toit onTwitter
biker regards
from the picturesc elgin valley
AGAIN
Friday, July 13, 2012
Entering the Fridge
Temperatures of minus 9 were recorded at sutherland wednesday night, we are passing 50km from it. Also, there is snow on most of the western cape mountain ranges..
It's going to be chilli bites thats for sure!
It's going to be chilli bites thats for sure!
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Aggg Blogger that
Hi folks
So we have created a blog... maybe it's more a case of Toit than we, but still. We had a final night of planning last night in the picturesque Elgin Valley. He especially flew down for the occasion. That folks, is commitment!
Basically that entailed me getting issued with his dad's over sized biker's kit, and he ain't no small bloke... a helmet and some boots, as well as a course of how to use the equipment. Jip I'm a rookie!
We have also discovered that without a masters degree in mechanical engineering and/or a grinder its impossible to get the back wheel off of a big boy scooter! Which ain't encouraging signs if you think a minute peace of glass have given me my first puncture, you guessed it, on the rear tyre!
The above mentioned incident opened my eyes to another all important piece of equipment... A off road scooter tyre... Now imagine yourself going up to a tyre shop and asking with a straight face for an off road scooter tyre... Ja thought so... Impossible! But they are there according to the interweb... it's getting them off the PC on the "bike" that proof to be hard tjik tjik poor us from the technology deserted wastelands which is rural Southern Cape! My home town use to be Vermaaklikheid jip that's in SA!
Well that's all for now. We're new to this so please - your inputs will be most welcome.
PS. petrol prices are skydiving this week!!!
Tata
Flippie
So we have created a blog... maybe it's more a case of Toit than we, but still. We had a final night of planning last night in the picturesque Elgin Valley. He especially flew down for the occasion. That folks, is commitment!
Basically that entailed me getting issued with his dad's over sized biker's kit, and he ain't no small bloke... a helmet and some boots, as well as a course of how to use the equipment. Jip I'm a rookie!
We have also discovered that without a masters degree in mechanical engineering and/or a grinder its impossible to get the back wheel off of a big boy scooter! Which ain't encouraging signs if you think a minute peace of glass have given me my first puncture, you guessed it, on the rear tyre!
The above mentioned incident opened my eyes to another all important piece of equipment... A off road scooter tyre... Now imagine yourself going up to a tyre shop and asking with a straight face for an off road scooter tyre... Ja thought so... Impossible! But they are there according to the interweb... it's getting them off the PC on the "bike" that proof to be hard tjik tjik poor us from the technology deserted wastelands which is rural Southern Cape! My home town use to be Vermaaklikheid jip that's in SA!
Well that's all for now. We're new to this so please - your inputs will be most welcome.
PS. petrol prices are skydiving this week!!!
Tata
Flippie
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