Blog Eight - D Day minus just 67. Alas.
A friend stuck on the other side of the world asked me if I could explore cataract options for his eighty plus year old mom. He was struggling to come in on budget. I put an appeal out on social media. ZANE responded within 24 hours. They put me in touch with an organization who will do the-operation for a hundred dollars per cataract.
ZANE is able to do the amazing job they do only through the generosity of others. Which brings me on to subject of companies like PHI Commodities, Dumile Beef and the Surrey Group. Thank you, thank you, thank you for coming on board as Old Legs sponsors. Graeme Murdoch, Alan York and Phil de Chassart, we’ll raise a glass to you when we’ve pedalled as far as Hotazel.
Hotazel has added an extra 200 kilometers onto our trip. I figure you can’t ride near a town with such a cool name without actually riding through it. Unfortunately in that part of the world near means two hundred kilometers. And I’m guessing it will be far from cool. According to the photos on Google Maps, the place in the middle of the bloody desert. I didn’t see any camels in the photos though. Being a vet, I asked Bruce on a recent ride why camels are called ships of the desert. He said it’s because they’re full of Arab seamen.
My training is coming along. Dave and I did the same Mazoe Valley loop on Sunday that I struggled so badly on the week before, courtesy of my seized back wheel bearing. This week was a breeze and I kept up no problem. I even overtook him, courtesy of my failed front brakes. If my bikes was a horse, I’d ask Bruce to shoot it.
In closing a big shout out to the ZIFM crew who invited Dave and I onto the radio to talk about the Old Legs Tour. Unfortunately, they also asked Dave to sing. He sings just like one of those birds I’m sure we’ll plenty of in Hotazel, a vulture.
Until next week, enjoy and pedal if you can.
Eric Vulture Legs de Jong