River Rat

So after all my fuss about whether collecting the goodie bag was worth the trip I took up wife's offer to collect it for me on her way to the shops. Being of the fairer sex with an inherently inquisitive nature she decided to check out the goodies in the bag. When I got home she asked me why in heavens earth would they include a condom in the goodie bag! Attached is a picture of the said condom ( you won't be far off the mark if you surmise that she might be a little shortsighted). I explained to her what it was and pointed out that any condom with a "Deep Cleanse' feature would have been branded by Roto Rooter anyway.

Okay so I'll have to concentrate, dam that's hard!

IMPI!!!!!!!!!!

I've got a board and paid my entry. I know my batch so all that is missing is a batch sticker. I think I going to just pitch and see what happens.

Looking at the junk in the goodie bag it's not worth the trip to collect. What would happen if I just pitched on the day and ride, or is a registration of some sort compulsory?

Not technical at all if last year's route is anything to go by. The only exception is when you go through the kloof section which if you're at the back of the field you end up walking due to congestion. You may even see some lion en route!

I'm your man! Will be there on a silver spec Epic and a nervous look in my eye.

Thanks, sometimes you just need to view your ride from a different perspective. I now hunt Cheetahs whenever I ride, I almost always get my butt kicked but it's fun while I last.

I had a problem after Sani where I did not want to even look at my bike and then I went for a soul ride..... https://community.bikehub.co.za/topic/126346-warning-cheetah-in-klapperkop-reserve/

Great to know the outcome thanks, Newboy.

I saw this scene unfolding on my ride in Groenkloof today. I saw this giraffe just after Kudu Climb (Near the R21). Two other riders had seen it before me unfortunately instead of witnessesing the birth of a giraffe this one was stuck and the female had been in this state since yesterday. I attracted the attention of one of the rangers who told me that the vet was on the way to attend to the issue.

Ardents are the best all purpose in the maxis range. They handled a wet Day 2 on Sani but were great on the hard pack and loose gravel. But most of all they're virtually bombproof, it's one of the few tires that I have replaced due to wear without ever having a puncture.

Miners or Mynahs?

To the OP let me start by saying that I was not affected in any way by your double posting so it is really not in my remit to accept your apology or not. However, it is clear from your post that you have been affected by these events in a very personal way and you felt the need to express your feelings in this regard. Which, I would like to suggest indicates that the perception that your fellow Hubbers have of you is quite important to you. I can personally identify with this as I have a personal rule that dictates to me that I will not say anything to a fellow Hubber that I would not be prepared to say to them in person, face to face. Of course, as is often the case, some of the less principled Hubbers do not afford me the same courtesy and my solution to this is to simply use the ignore function. So please view the following question in the context given above. What I fail to understand from your post is why you felt the need to express your contrarian views through a pseudonym? Being a Devil's Advocate is a perfectly acceptable practice as long as it is identified as such. In fact the Catholic Church has used this practice during the canonisation process.

I have a 500 and my Sani partner has the 910 and as far as info goes they're about the same. Although I would say that the 500 is easier to use on the bike but the 910 is more versatile for other sports. So if you're just a cyclist the 500 is great but if you're into multisports the 910 would be better.

Now you are forcing me deeper in to the abyss of technology, but to strava we shall go!

I can......?

I ride in Groenkloof quite regularly and have become quite fond of the place. During my ride there on Sunday I was thinking that it might be great to give some of the tracks names like they do on Sani. The only section that I know of that has a name is Onion Hill so if there are named sections feel free to correct me. Here are the names that my riding partners and I came up with and why. Looking at the route (obviously clockwise) we named the first section as you veer off the tarmac at the start all the way to the R21 Burry's Playground because it reminded us of the Olympic course were Burry showed such great courage and tenacity. The first steep rocky climb after Burry's Playground we named Kudu Climb simply because we often spot Kudu there. There are two climbs on that koppie so we named them Kudu 1 (steepest one on the right fork) and Kudu 2 ( the slightly easier left fork). The section of forest single track when you veer off to the right after the jeep track next to the R21 we named Friar's Forest. The reason being that we once got stuck behind a rather large guy that simply resisted any attempts we made to pass him, somewhat like Friar Tuck duelling with Robin Hood for the rites of passage. The steep rocky section after the 4x4 dip we named Dragon's Back or just Dragons because riding it is like trying to ride over the fins on a Dragons back and if you don't do it quickly the Dragon is going to get you. That great piece of flowing single track after Dragons we called Rossi's Run because to really enjoy it you have to ride it like Valentino Rossi rides his motorbike think Grand Prix here! Fast and furious with courageous cornering and acceleration out of the corner. The short gnarly descent after Onion Hill we called Devil's Gully because if you fall there and survive it's going to be hell. The section just before the end after you have crossed the river we called Merlin's because in summer the place has almost a magical feel to it with twisted tree trunks and the mushrooms sprouting after good rains. These are our thoughts perhaps they resonate with yours.

That's what happens when you're sitting in a hotel in Beijing with nothing to do until tomorrow's business meetings. I've done all the tourist stuff for the day and I have turned down my Chinese business partners invite to dinner upon a written request from my liver. I'll be back in the Republiek on Friday and then I can ride my bike. Until then my schedule is quite full so you need not worry too much about having to read the rants of a delusional man.

The great HCB is actually my late grandmother's uncle but we are prohibited from talking about him because he brought groot skande to the family. My family has a deep divide which splits us into two camps the De Villier Graaf's on the one side (Beaufort West) and the Bosmans ( on the wrong side of the boerewors curtain). For many years the kids born into the family were given a grace period during which a coalition of my groot tantes would observe our progress in life and place us on either side of the great divide. I was confirmed a Bosman the day I created a homemade bomb in the metalwork workshop at Germiston Reformatory Technical School that blew out all windows of the workshop and forced the headmaster to evacuate the entire school. It really wasn't my fault, okay it was my idea to put the match heads in between the two bolts and a nut but it was Bruce Sillitoe's idea to put another ten match heads in. Anyway I thought that I had redeemed the family honour when I was made a prefect seven years later but my dear aunts said it didn't count because they felt I did not get it on merit. They said I only was made a prefect because Kobus Swanepoel left school when he got the Gym teacher's daughter pregnant and I got appointed in his place. They also were unmoved when I became the first scholar from Germiston Reformatory to go to university. I was really upset about this because I was really diligent at University I was always the first one there in the morning and I even attended during the holidays. I worked hard at University and decided that I would go and speak to my aunts to change their minds which believe me is not a simple task. The Coalition of Tantes always deliberated over these matters during a specially convened afternoon tea and I needed to be present so that they could interview me. It took me quite some time to dress up for the occasion with most of my time spent trying to decide whether putting gel on my mullet hairstyle would make it look worse or really bad. I rode to my Tant Susarah's house on my old Raleigh so I guess the helmet and the gel wouldn't have worked out anyway. I knew that I was in for a hard time when I entered the Dominee sitkamer where the coalition were waiting and looking at the empty Romany Cream boxes they had been there for quite some time obviously discussing my fate. I was offered a luke warm cup of tea and an Aniseed Beskuit that was so hard I could have used it as block when I rotate my uncle's Ford Cortina's wheels. It was a short meeting and I still don't understand why they say being a security guard at the Yale street entrance of Wits does not constitute going to University. I really wish I had met my great Uncle Herman maybe he could explain it after all he was clever, he even wrote a book. But I'm going to get my revenge I'm going to vote for the Nats in next years election as long as they let us vote here in Pretoria Central. To answer the original question I haven't done the Bekkersdal Marathon. Is it a race I should be doing?

Yip a comma would make a difference, grammar was never my strong point. As for the pictures you guys are a tough crowd I could barely breathe at the time. So I guess I'll have to go for a safari with the long lens camera as I not sure that I'll get that close to her again.

Trust the Panda Bear to find a hole in my story... After all doesn't the phrase "eats roots and shoots" describe a Panda Bear?

Soap it up and turn it inside out and use the pressure hose to spray it out.

Boet you must think I have a death wish.

And it's not just any Garmin either! It seems you need an 800 or 810.