Sharon and I got to Howick at around 8am on Sunday morning. Much like Saturday morning, Sunday morning also started with a FAIL. My helmet had decided to fall to pieces at some point since our last ride. It was certainly fixable, but not in the one hour I had, especially without any glue. Eventually …
The next morning Nick picked me up at 5am, with the jet-ski, and we headed down to Blue Lagoon to try and bash a few Garrick. We dropped the ski on the beach, parked the car, and were ready to go. Thankfully we’d been given a 4-stroke ski and were looking forward to some smoke …
A trip to Charleston is a once in a lifetime experience that I’ve been lucky enough to experience thrice. Sadly with every up there must be a down, so it should’ve been no surprise to Sharon and myself that when we walked into our house at 7pm still needing to pack before our 4am departure, …
The annual Afriski trip started with a few weeks of nervous weather watching thanks to an unseasonably warm winter. Afriski’s website claimed they were making snow, but the fact that girls were wearing miniskirts made us both nervous and happy. None the less, we’d booked, and we were going… I picked Sharon up from the …
We pulled into Eston at around 9am on Sunday morning, took a few pre-race photos, and then headed for the start. Luckily we were there early since our 10:15 start became a 10am start. We were riding the 18km route which headed through Tala Game Reserve (please mind the Rhino). Things started badly when just …
It all started on Friday, which was Sharon’s 30th. On the way home I stopped off at Woolworths and picked up a huge bunch of flowers (my dad and Cassia had sent me money and asked to get her flowers as well as a gift). When I walked through the door carrying the flowers Sharon’s …
Sunday was an exciting day as we loaded Sharon’s new mountain bike (as well as mine of course) onto the car and headed for Giba Gorge. Sharon was noticeably nervous having not ridden a bike in 10 years but I was confident she’d be fine. After a quick tire pump, and a couple of high …
The plan for Sunday had been a fishing trip for Nick’s birthday, but WeatherSA (those bastards) had predicted cold fronts and Armageddon so we’d called it off. Then an amazing thing happened, we woke up to the most beautiful day. WOW! They’d gotten it wrong…when has that ever happened before (where’s the sarcasm font?). Anyway, …
After not managing to procure any tickets for myself, I was beaming from ear to ear after my mom phoned me during my Saturday morning trip to the farmers market. I gulped down my falafel and headed home to get ready for the event. This involved digging through my cupboard for a very mank smelling …