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I’D RATHER BE BUFFING
// March 23rd, 2007 // 2 Comments » // friends
Having already attended one rally, and having learned that one vital and important rule to live by at all biker rallies, to whit: never, under any circumstances at all, ever accept cakes, cookies, muffins or confectionery produce of any kind from a dodgy looking guy you don’t know at a rally, I felt well prepared for this one. At least I knew the same fate would not befall me again, i.e. get unwittingly stoned, giggle outrageously at nothing for an hour, eat two maxi-cheeseburgers and pass out under a tree for the rest of the day.
When I say I felt well prepared, I meant, that as a seasoned camper and enjoyer of the outdoors, I had all my kit in order and with my mates’ assurance that there would be a bakkie going up (useful on a rally for carting extra gear and extra bikers when their steeds fail them 2kms outside donnersegatfontein), so I was looking forward to having nice skottel braais in the morning, coffee with real milk and all those little luxuries you just damn well take for granted at other times.
Well, all excited, we convened the night before to discuss the plans, whereupon all my hopes of comfort were dashed when the genius in charge decided the bakkie would be staying at home. I begged, threatened and pleaded with him, also quite reasonably pointing out that at least 3 of the bikes in our entourage were over 25 years old, meaning that they had a 3 in 3 chance of needing a lift on the bakkie at some stage. I was met with stone cold testosterone-fuelled pride at this last suggestion, and resorted to sulking for the next 12 hours.
On the morning of the great departure, I managed to convince Nick (ex-signinficant other) that many problems lay ahead on the road before us if we chose to ride with the “classic owners” (i.e. both bikes and owners= classics), and for once he didn’t argue. We decided to meet the Brothers of the Wind at their start point at the engen station outside Cape Town.
Having got there at 10.05, with their meeting time being pegged at 9.30, and not finding a single soul there, we reasonably assumed we’d missed them and decided to set off on our own.
To be continued (when i can get this damn thing to upload pics)….
