Well that was all rather interesting, I trained harder for the event this year than when I did it in 2019. I was hoping to improve my time as this would be my first ever event repeated in 5 years of me riding bike.
30KM in, my hardtail started making horrible noises, I mean it sounded like I was riding an E-bike when pedalling…..raaah, raah raah. (foreshadowing, I ended up having many thoughts of e-bikes on this ride). I was too embarrassed to stop at WP1 – ducked and dived all the other people enjoying the refreshments. Luckily I made it through safely without being stoned to death for a noisy bike or riding into a fellow distracted cyclist.
Made it to the ferry crossing 10 minutes later than previous attempt. Skipped the rooster koek and off and over I went (ferry was still running at this point). I still felt relatively strong but little did I know what was waiting for me just ahead.
At some point I noticed that nobody would stay around me long enough to allow me to wheel suck. Every now and then a proper E-bike would pass me and I started to ponder just what an experience it must be to just enjoy the ride, instead of suffering. Between the ferry crossing and water point 3 I started to really hate life. I lost the ability to shift gears properly, it was like my request for a gear change was sent from my shifter via a pigeon and a slow at that, to my derailleur. The sounds coming from my drive train became worse with every passing KM. Was it just me or did water point 3 move a million kilometres away. Looking ahead at the rollers, they looked deeper and steeper than I remember. Try as I might I could never get enough momentum on the downhill to make it to the crest and eventually my super heavy bike will need to be pedalled up the hill. I’m convinced the sticky mud was just attacking me, everyone else around me must have been on smooth and dry gravel. Well that was my mindset at least.
Finally made it to WP3, used some clean water on my cassette and derailleur, it looked like a ton of mud came out. I remember thinking about @Wayne pudding Mol maybe I should get that TrickStuff brakes from him if I make it to the finish line as a treat. Next I grabbed some banana bread and sweets, best tasting things I’ve had in my mouth the whole day thus far. Rinsing the mud from my bottles also ensured I could finally drink without getting mud at the same time.
Then something magical happened, I caught an old Oomie with a noisy bike on one of the rollers. The two of us motored, soon we passed a guy on a gravel bike and he decided to join the train. The Oom and I took pulling turns, Mr Gravel bike refused to pull. At first I was annoyed but then I remembered maybe he was enjoying the music coming from our bikes. Within no time we made it to WP4.
At some point we hit the black stuff, I was so happy to be on tar. Mr Gravel bike came forward and took a pull, which meant we became instant best friends. I would invite him round my house for a braai any day.
My next highlight was when Waldo and Milky came past me like a runaway freight train. I had enough energy to shout "klap it Mr Isaacs" Sensing the end being near but knowing something was waiting ahead I tackled the last of the mud with a lot of enjoyment. Being a child of the 80’s that played Mortal Kombat….all I kept thinking as I took on the remaining mud was…..Finish Him…I mean Finish This Damn Thing!!!!!
Crossing the finish line brought me great enjoyment as I had a roll coaster of emotions throughout the day. 45 mins slower than 2019. I made so many deals with myself just to keep going, it will take me a while to remember it all.
I allowed my bike to be pressure washed and was totally grateful. The journey home was uneventful.
What a day, what a day.