Old Legs Tour Blog

Day 15
Day 15

If my arse was a TV character, he’d be Dr Frank Burns from the TV sitcom Mash. Frank Burns  was always whingeing, whining and threatening to quit but no one listened to him or took him serious. 

Day 14
Day 14

In my next life, I do not want to come back as a passenger waiting for a bus in South Botswana.

Day 13
Day 13

Half the Old Legs Tour is behind us. Alas. Two phrases came to mind on today’s 136 km ride from Jwaneng to Khakhea- Mad Dogs and Englishmen out in the mid day sun and Testicular Strangulation.

Day 12
Day 12

I think the internal combustion engine was invented by a guy on a bike on his way to Hotazel. In keeping with the principle of baby steps, my personal focus has shifted from reaching Gaborone to making it to Hotazel which is bloody far off the beaten track. 

Day 10
Day 10

Sorry to once again make my bottom the start point of my blog but it has become the centre of my universe. Every time I pedal, it hurts.

Day 9
Day 9

Botswana is very big, especially when seen from a slow bicycle. The towns and villages are intermittent with big lots of not a lot in between.

Day 8
Day 8

I had a busy head in our tent in the goat paddock last night. I lay awake listening to the night sounds of Africa- mostly trucks, dogs, Dave snoring and, in the middle of the night, a big bloody train.

Day 7
Day 7

Today we rode 145 km from the Cresta Marang in Francistown to a goat paddock on the left just past the middle of nowhere.

Day 6
Day 6

AJ and Debbie Bradnick took Jenny, Dave and I to Plumtree School this morning for a nostalgic trip down memory lane. Jenny and I met each other at Plumtree School 37 years ago.

Day 5
Day 5

Today was our first rest day spent at the Cresta Churchill Arms, our Bulawayo home from home. 

Day 3
Day 3

The sprint finish into Cape Town aside, the other accolade up for grabs on the Old Legs Tour is the prestigious Dick of the Day trophy.

Blog Entry 21 - Day 2
Blog Entry 21 - Day 2

Bruce Badger Fivaz, aged 72, is my new super hero. I rode behind him for most of today. And today was brutal. Bruce’s legs were metronomic and his surname should be Lister. 

Day 1 - April 7th - Harare > Kadoma
Day 1 - April 7th - Harare > Kadoma

Clearly the phrase ‘The first kilometer is the hardest’ was not coined by a man on a bike riding from Harare to Cape Town. I fed my bottom that line of propaganda as we pedalled out of the Cresta Lodge this morning.

D Day minus 1!!
D Day minus 1!!

Preparations for the big day have been marred by the disappearance of my 5th favourite pair of padded riding shorts. As I remember they are a distinctive black / grey colour and definitely went missing, I think, between the 5th of February and yesterday when I started packing my bag.

D Day minus a paltry 4
D Day minus a paltry 4

With the off almost upon us, it struck me like a frying pan to the face that driving to Bulawayo the week before you ride to Bulawayo was maybe not such a good idea. It’s like spending a morning in the dentist’s waiting room the week before root canal treatment, previewing the pain to come.

D Day minus just 13 days
D Day minus just 13 days

Having spent three days pedalling up, down and around the Matopos Hills, I can see why there are so many dead people buried in them. And I’m thinking mostly they died of exhaustion by bicycle. Have just topped off my training for Cape Town with the Matopos Heritage MTB Challenge. Wow. What a ride. 

D Day minus only 18
D Day minus only 18

We’re riding to Cape Town to raise not just money for the pensioners but also awareness as to their plight. As part of the awareness campaign, I started talking to schools this week. The first school I went to was my granddaughter Jocelyn’s. Standing in front of a room of under twelve’s, I thought I’d break the ice with a bit of humour and told the kids that Jocelyn thought I was 108 years old. I got zero reaction...

D Day minus 26
D Day minus 26

It pains me to admit that the state of my bottom is causing me sleepless nights. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve yearned for the day when I’d overhear people talking about me, saying stuff like ‘That Eric de Jong is a real hard arse’...

D Day minus 33 days
D Day minus 33 days

I am blogging from the desert in Dubai. After 2 days in a hotel, thanks to Kiera Arnold and Nik Geez who hosted us in suburban Dubai. Unfortunately their complex had a gym with not 1 but 2 stationary bikes. So when the wheel bearing on my first bike bust, I had another bike to suffer upon. At least I didn’t get a puncture.

D Day minus just 42
D Day minus just 42

According to previously unknown facts recently made up, Louis the Fourteenth was offered a choice between the guillotine and a stationary bicycle. And having spent a week on a stationary bicycle, I now know why Louise went with the guillotine.


ZANE donations a few facts and figures

ZANE donations a few facts and figures

The saying goes every penny counts. Did you know a small $60 donation will pay for a six month supply of medicine to treat high blood pressure? Have a look at what your donation to our cause ZANE will help cover.

Cape Town Is Calling

Cape Town Is Calling

Cape Town is certainly calling! Perhaps this song by Ossie could be our theme track for the 3,200km we have to cover? 

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TOTAL RAISED $ 8,050.00
STILL HOPE TO RAISE AN ADITIONAL $ 46,950.00