Robbie Stewart

So a few years ago in the 'burb where I live there was an open field across the street that bordered against open veld towards Melkbos. It wasn't long for Port Jackson to take over that field, which became hiding place for burglars. Garden Cities, the owners of the land were asked time and again to clear the field, to no avail. One morning the message was shared on the street committee that one of the houses opposite the field was burgled in broad daylight, and no surprises where the burglars came out from. That same day I volunteered on the street committee to go buy a can of petrol and fix the port Jackson problem once and for all. The next day that field saw no more port Jackson trees growing there. Just saying, you know 😉

Novel idea but impractically implemented in South Africa given the propensity for corruption. The flip side to your proposal is the absolute spike in false fines and convictions once the police get incentivised to do their work. They simply can't be trusted.

It looks like the perp only had one round in that mag because the slide opened after he fired the gun, and if you slowly look at the footage you can see him waving the gun with it loudly indicating that no more rounds were available. At the very least, he would not be able to fire off another shot without first clearing the jam if he did have more rounds. More than enough time for a competent carrier to end this before it got out of hand, but alas, cyclists don't carry.

After the road gap on Conties Freeride we came across this spoor yesterday morning. Looks to be Aardvark. There's a resident duiker living there as well, and I've seen rooikat and bat-eared Fox there before.

My chest has been struggling with mucus on and off since around October last year. I'm so used to it now I've accepted it as a normal part of life. I haven't seen any doctor but suppose I should at some point.

I was losing my mind looking for the link, which other than yours and Morne I haven't seen elsewhere. I'm getting old, don't mind me.

I suppose this new website is reserved for Bikehub Premium subscribers . . .

I haven't really been watching this year. I caught some of the last days, and watched the final day on YT. All I can say of what I saw is that I have a newfound respect for the people who do this type of riding. I'm not sure I'd make it through maybe stage 2, and then, only just. For Matt and Tristan to pull of what they did coming back from nearly 2 minutes down to winning by almost a minute is absolutely mind blowing. Well done.

For some sh!t$ and giggles go buy a new toilet brush and shove it in the dishwasher when you know wifey is about to unpack it. Guaranteed $h1t-fest of note.

I took my bike to the LBS for a intermediate service two weeks ago. The rear hub needs replacing and due to stock it wasn't done. I was eventually charged R175 for wash and lube service only.

I wonder if the prize money will also be "shortened" for the elite ladies

I was planning on going until a mate who's been told me it involves a full day of just standing around hoping the weather allows riding and that the riders do their own thing, not following any real plan. They basically just party at the riders tent and you stand around on the hill, far from the action, waiting to see people ride. I attended one of the Hellsend open days last year, and although the trails were good, I feel they were overpriced for what I paid, and there wasn't even any cooldrinks or water on sale anywhere. A day at the Hoogekraal Leatt Skills Park is more fun. I'll rather save my money and watch the videos on YouTube. Edit - And traffic is a beeatch apparently getting in and out.

I watched the elite men and noticed very few spectators spread along compared to previous years at Meerendal.

I was driving to work one dark, rainy morning. I was in the right lane indicating that I was changing lanes. I look in the left side mirror and just see a string of lights. It looks clear so I proceed to change into the left lane. Suddenly I see a hand in a glove slapping my left window. I soil my undies and then notice the motorcycle. I wind down the window to apologise to the rider who was lane splitting. He's screaming at me about nearly killing him and how blind I am for not looking. By then we've come to a stop. I point at my mirror and ask him to look and point out the motorcycle among the ocean of headlights shining at me in the dark and rainy gloom. He looked and rode off.

I'm just frustrated at the fact that we are in this position. And seeing inaction (at face value) is frustrating. More common sense prevails in comments by others about the reason for inaction, and I digress, their point is valid. It just gets highly agitating when it's so close to home I can ride to the scene in maybe 3 - 5 minutes. Mates of mine are doing daily walks in the same area and now they're afraid of doing that. And this is my gripe with allowing these buckets of excrement pretending to be human to do so they please. Now I'm contemplating the purchase of a Pew Pew device because of this.