Slowone Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ
SAGecko Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 I hate hearing stuff like this. Good people like Mohammed are needed in our country, now more than ever. It is bloody awful that they are taken from us before their life has run its full course. Really sad. RIP Mohammed.
Catatonic_Joe Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ
bigjoe Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 I met Uncle Muhammed 2 years ago with the last Kremetart that I did....what a nice person. My brother is also good friends with his 2 sons. It is truly a big lost to everyone to knew him....and a sad day for his family. RIP Uncle.... All the best to Bobby and Muhammed....and the rest of the family. Thinking of you!
CAAD4 Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 Aag no man. He was such a good man. 7or 8 years ago I did my first Kremetart and had bought a brand new bike in Jhb the week before. I did one or two rides and all seemed OK. On the day of the race, I rode down the road and something wasn't lekker on my back wheel. The cassette was literally jammed against the frame. I told my mates to start without me and I would try and catch up. I walked to the parking lot and found an official with a radio and asked if there was any technical asisstance available. They called Mohammed on the radio. By then I had removed the rear wheel and the cassette came off in pieces. The lbs who had sold me my expensive carbon bike had neglected to tighten the cassette lock ring sufficiently. I was a newbie and tried to put it all together, but just could not manage. A few minutes later Mohammed arrived to help. When he saw that I was riding Campagnolo, he said that he did not have the relevant lock ring tool, so we would have to go to his shop. He loaded me and my bike into his oldish Merc, with his son, and we raced through the streets of Louis Trichardt, across the N1 to his side of town, we met his daughter, I think, outside his house, with the shop keys, she also jumped in and we raced to his shop. All the while he was greeting local residents and officals by name in textbook Afrikaans. He was a true member of the local community. They disarmed the alarm, found the tool and reassembled my casette and sorted it all out. By now the entire race had dissapeared up the N1 in the direction of Zimbabwe. He asked me what I was going to do and I said that I would start and try and catch up (newbie?). I thanked him profusely and headed out to find the deserted start. After riding up part of the first bump, I had to zig zag between many huge trucks headed north, which was quite daunting. A few minutes later, Mohammed reappeared in his Merc and pulled me over. He said he was not happy leaving me on my own and that it was too dangerous to ride amongst all of the trucks. He pleaded with me to get back into his car and that we would take me past the danger and drop me off where it was safe. I agreed and he dropped me off just past the tunnel, as I wasn't racing anyway. On the Sunday on our way out of town there was a roadblock, manned by Police and Mohammed, who were handing out muffins and fruit for the cyclists to enjoy on the road back the Jozi. I chatted to him briefly and thanked him again for his help and hospitality. He asked me to make mention of my Kremetart experience online, as the organisers would appreciate any feedback in order to improve their event. This I did and I received a personal PM back from Mohammed to thank me. Mohammed you were a man amongst men, a good man with a good heart. RIP and condolences to your family.
Carpediem Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 Aag no man. He was such a good man. 7or 8 years ago I did my first Kremetart and had bought a brand new bike in Jhb the week before. I did one or two rides and all seemed OK. On the day of the race, I rode down the road and something wasn't lekker on my back wheel. The cassette was literally jammed against the frame. I told my mates to start without me and I would try and catch up. I walked to the parking lot and found an official with a radio and asked if there was any technical asisstance available. They called Mohammed on the radio. By then I had removed the rear wheel and the cassette came off in pieces. The lbs who had sold me my expensive carbon bike had neglected to tighten the cassette lock ring sufficiently. I was a newbie and tried to put it all together, but just could not manage. A few minutes later Mohammed arrived to help. When he saw that I was riding Campagnolo, he said that he did not have the relevant lock ring tool, so we would have to go to his shop. He loaded me and my bike into his oldish Merc, with his son, and we raced through the streets of Louis Trichardt, across the N1 to his side of town, we met his daughter, I think, outside his house, with the shop keys, she also jumped in and we raced to his shop. All the while he was greeting local residents and officals by name in textbook Afrikaans. He was a true member of the local community. They disarmed the alarm, found the tool and reassembled my casette and sorted it all out. By now the entire race had dissapeared up the N1 in the direction of Zimbabwe. He asked me what I was going to do and I said that I would start and try and catch up (newbie?). I thanked him profusely and headed out to find the deserted start. After riding up part of the first bump, I had to zig zag between many huge trucks headed north, which was quite daunting. A few minutes later, Mohammed reappeared in his Merc and pulled me over. He said he was not happy leaving me on my own and that it was too dangerous to ride amongst all of the trucks. He pleaded with me to get back into his car and that we would take me past the danger and drop me off where it was safe. I agreed and he dropped me off just past the tunnel, as I wasn't racing anyway. On the Sunday on our way out of town there was a roadblock, manned by Police and Mohammed, who were handing out muffins and fruit for the cyclists to enjoy on the road back the Jozi. I chatted to him briefly and thanked him again for his help and hospitality. He asked me to make mention of my Kremetart experience online, as the organisers would appreciate any feedback in order to improve their event. This I did and I received a personal PM back from Mohammed to thank me. Mohammed you were a man amongst men, a good man with a good heart. RIP and condolences to your family. Really moving story and a true testament to a man's character... Thanks for sharing!
mazambaan Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 Thanks CAAD4; how badly do we need people like this in SA; let alone in cycling. RIP. Hopefully his family will continue his legacy.
bigjoe Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 I am sure they will. Know the 2 sons and they are just like their dad. They will help anyone at any time of the day or night!!! Going to be tough on the family now to take up everything....but they will do a good job. Really a sad day.
Guest Posted February 14, 2015 Posted February 14, 2015 my condolences to the family. I am sorry for your loss.
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