Old Legs 2018 Tour
Blog Entry 24 - 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. I stood on her toes on the dance floor at a 21st at the school and married her 6 years later. Dave wanted to see where his Dad, John Whitehead, had excelled as a schoolboy 60 plus years ago. Dave was so proud to see his Dad’s name in gold scroll as the former Head of Milner House. Dave’s pride was sadly at odds and out of place in a school now reduced to rack and ruin. Pity we didn’t meet the headmaster. I would’ve given him a kick up the arse. Alas.
We were in no rush to starting riding our daily target of 100 kms. We wanted to avoid the bus queues at the border. But it still took us 40 odd minutes to clear both sides. Because border queues are boring, we attracted a certain amount of interest from other queue members. The general consensus was that we are nuts.
The weather was kind - cold and grey with a bit of drizzle and a side wind that got cheeky at times.
Bruce found a fatal flaw in our simple ‘ring the bell once to speed up and twice to slow down’ communication system. He hasn’t got a bell on his bike and neither has Leachie. Alas.
Dave tried hard to get our peloton organized nonetheless. But every time we started cooking with gas, one of us got punctured. First me, then Bruce, then me again, then Dave, then Dave again. Only Leachie remained unaffected.
Puncture is properly a 4 letter word and pumping tyres up is more tiring than pedaling. But I solved that problem by losing my pump and my one and only chance of Popeye muscles somewhere on the side of the road.
The punctures and my ineptness at fixing them turned what should have been a short day into a long day. I don’t even want to think how long the 165 km days ahead of us will be if we continue to puncture with gay abandon.
Spirits were lifted when we rode into Francistown to be greeted by John, Joe, Jolandie, Mel and Rhys who rode in to town with us and showed us the way home to Cresta Marang.
Which is out of this world. General Manager Candice on her staff gave us the warmest of welcomes. Jonathan Cox, I love you.
We celebrated Bruce’s 43rd Wedding Anniversary at dinner tonight. Well done Bruce and Jane, what an achievement. Jenny gave Bruce hot water bottle Jane bought him as a present to use in the Karoo.
I won the prestigious Dick of the Day trophy for losing my pump and also temporarily misplacing my camel back rucksack. Dave is jealous.
Finally, the Old Legs Tour has an end destination- the Vista Marina at the V&A Waterfront in Cape Town. Come meet us there on May the 3rd. Or better still- ride there with us.
Tomorrow we have 120 kms in front of us plus our first bush camp somewhere on the side of the road. Am sure there will be stiff competition for Dick of the Day.
Until tomorrow and good night
Eric the knackered.