A buddy of mine and I were roped into pushing a buggy. We haven't been able to do the training we needed to do a proper CTCT time, so figured, hell why not. If you know any of these guys I am referring to in this post, please give them a shout out.
So, here is a fun one.
At the top of Chappies, I spotted Father Christmas. First, I thought I was hallucinating (chappies can do that to you on the best of days), but when I spotted more than one and they were all “ho ho ho”, I realised maybe this was more than just hallucinations. So I tuned them that they look way too happy for this event. Why don't they contribute some of that holiday spirit on Suikerbossie to us… also, if that spirit can take physical form and push as well, then awesome!
As we descended towards Suikerbossie, I saw one Santa pass us after the next. I was thinking to myself, Yeah, thanks for nothing. However, true as nails, when we reached the bottom of Suikerbossie, this brigade of Santas awaits us next to the road. I shout, they shout, I wave, they wave, they kickstart their sleighs… They shout, we move over, the Christmas Spirit is here.
I just thought, awesome, this is exactly what I need, an army of jolly old men in red spandex… I can now use Suikerbossie to recover somewhat. Now, I appreciate that just the thought of using Suikerbossie for recovery may well be very indicative of permanent brain damage, but that should give you an idea about the intensity of the rest of the event. (If you haven't pushed a buggy yet, add it to your bucket list!)
And then, it happened: the Santas started pushing. And when I say “pushing,” I mean they weren’t just helping a buddy out. No, they were launching themselves forward like rocket-powered reindeer. I glanced down—ah, okay, e-bikes, that makes sense. I think, “I’ll recover on the downhill. Let’s stick with these guys rather”
And then it happened. One of them hits the big red button. The kind of button you’d see in the Oval Office. I’m talking about a button that screams, “WARNING, Nuclear Launch Button.” It had a safety cap and everything. They press it, and it takes about a second or two, but then the bikes start belching smoke like a factory on fire. The top tube, the rear tube, hell, even Father Christmas’s ears started smoking (okay, maybe I imagined that part).
I look down again. Oh boy. These weren’t the cute little e-bikes I was used to seeing on the road. Oh no, these were the kinds of bikes with batteries big enough to power a small village. Through winter. In Greenland.
Long story short, I got dropped so hard on Suikerbossie by my buggy and the Santa brigade; it was not even funny. Fortunately, my buggy had the good sense to wait for me on the top of Suikerbossie, but apart from losing out on my recovery, it also meant I never got a chance to thank the Holiday Spirit for taking on physical form and helping us out. So thank you Santa!
Also a big shout out to Andrew and Mark (sorry, I did not get their surnames), for helping us out when the going got hard on Smits Winkel and Chappies.
For those who have never pushed a buggy, seriously add it to your bucket list; you will not regret the experience.