Day 17

Day 17

Old Legs 2018 Tour
Blog Entry 34 - Day 17

Yesterday as we rode into Hotazel, once again the testosterone sloshed. I caught Dave with his pants down, literally, and made my move from about 4 km out. But for the fact that Dave rode faster than me, I would have beaten him. Alas.

I was spurred on in my efforts by the ballad ‘An Ode to Chicken Legs’, penned by Letitia Cambell and played through the car speakers at volume 10 by Ryan. Embarrassed, Letitia has asked that we treat her musical contribution to the Old Legs Tour as anonymous so please disregard her name above.

Sung to the same tune as London Bridge is Falling Down, Letitia’s Ode goes as follows-
“Eric’s arse is very sore, very sore, very sore
Eric’s arse is very sore, can he ride some more?
Rub him up with Arnica Ice, Arnica Ice, Arnica Ice
Rub him up with Arnica Ice, that will be very nice
Chicken legs keep turning round, turning round, turning round
Chicken legs keep turning round, all are very brown
(On one side only)
Soon you’ll reach the Hotazel peg, the Hotazel peg, the Hotazel peg
Soon you’ll reach the Hotazel peg, hope you’re not half dead”
Letitia’s original sound track is up on our Face Book page. Please enjoy.

Exhausted by our epic ride into Hotazel, we overnighted at the Kalahari Cottages, in the most comfortable beds in the world. And because  today was technically a half day for us, with only a 78 km pedal down to Kuruman, we got
off to a slow start at 08.00. And then proceeded to get even slower when we bumped into a range of bloody mountains between Hotazel and Kuruman that Bruce neglected to mention.

After 1994 kilometers, there is still no sign of the down hill bits that Bruce and Terry Dawson promised. According to my GPS, the high point in today’s ride was 1440 m, which is a whole 30 m lower than my home in Mt Hampden.

And whilst on the subject of disappointment, still no sign of meerkats either. I now think they’re extinct in Southern Africa. Alas.

We took a time out this morning to visit the Mission Station that Robert Moffat founded in 1820. I’ve often wondered why Moffat stopped in Kuruman of all places. Most probably because he was bloody tired is the answer I’ve come up with.

The Mission Station had a spiritual feel good to it.  Moffat started printing bibles there. David Livingstone recuperated there after he was attacked by a lion near Gaborone. He was nursed by Moffat’s daughter and proposed to her under an almond tree in the vegetable garden.

Coming from Zimbabwe where history books mostly start in 1980, it was pretty cool to walk around a place where  history is still intact.

The Dick of the Day award is back with it’s rightful owner, Dave One Ply.

I would like to say thank you to Graeme Murdoch and his team at PHI Commodities and to Alan, Eric and Kane York at Dumile Beef for their help and assistance. Without it the Old Legs Tour would not have happened. Thank you.
(Alan - please buy a bicycle so I can reciprocate. )

Tomorrow is a big day for us. We have to ride at least 140 km, more if possible, to stay on track. We will be camping rough, somewhere between Olifantshoek and Upington.  If you know of a friendly farmer in that neighborhood, please let us know.

In closing, love and hugs to Thomas, Sambo, Richie and Benj from Badger and to Lara, Tyler and Madox Ryder from Oupa

Until tomorrow, enjoy and pedal if you can

Eric Chicken Legs de Jong.

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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