Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Winding Down
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Sabie Experience MTB stage race
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Living Vicariously
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
What's your mojo?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
End of year blues?
Friday, November 20, 2009
I did it!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Next year, I will train
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Race across SA - Race around the world?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Over halfway
Friday, November 6, 2009
Overshare?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Writing, writing, writing but not for here
Sunday, November 1, 2009
And we climbed
If you think you will hammer it, think again. Its tough especially on fatigued legs and by this stage, trust me, your legs will be very fatigued.
I was so tired even before starting but miraculously, the legs kept turning. Climbing out of Sabi Star Chalets made me wish I had gym work in my legs. It took a huge amount of power and determination to keep riding and not to walk.
Cool, misty conditions helped but the humidity was hectic. Sweat poured off everyone in the group.
The first water point is spectacular and as we arrived, the mist lifted enough for us to look out over the cliff to the valleys below.
Microwave Alley was a great descent and the next 15km or so was really interesting riding. Undulating track through massive bamboo groves, eucalyptus and indigenous bush brought us to the second water point.
Then we did two serious climbs, damn, they tested the boundaries. Once past them, it was a brilliant fast descent down Ross Hill and pretty much single track all the way home.
We had such a cool group of people riding together over the 3 days and the humour was legendary. Only mountain bikers could relate to the chirps.
Marinus was our group leader and his calm presence backed by some serious riding talent kept us all together. But if you did falter, there was the reassuring presence of the Off Road Rescue Unit - our incredible medical and moral support group.
How they dragged the trailer over some of that terrain, I don't want to know.
As for me and my comeback, that was three damn fine days of riding. Now, where is the number for my massage therapist!
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
My come back slows
After all, I had done the equivalent of two weeks of my most recent training regime in one day and I was about to double that again.
Stage 2 of the race started innocuously enough but soon started a steep climb which got us all sweating profusely in the humidity and mist. Oof, this dragged on but eventually levelled out to a pleasant contour. The ground was pretty soggy after the rain which sucked the life from already tired legs.
And then we hit another bugger of a climb. So what that the surface was smooth. It was horrendous ever higher into the mist.
By the time I got to the next contour road I was pretty tired and this section also dragged on with mud sucking on my wheels.
At the base of Hartebeesvlakte, there was still a lot of climbing to do. Two hot cross buns and cheese and a 30min break for all of us, helped the recovery somewhat and then I tried to ease my way over the next section.
If you do nothing else in your mountain biking life, you have to ride the "vlakte". The space, the rolling verdant hills, the wild game and the magnificent views are unparalleled. Of course, you have also worked like buggery to get there.
The sun came out dispelling the last tenacious wraiths of mist and we were treated to the wide vistas. And then the descents are sublime, heart stopping too when you discover your front wheel is loose! The bikes and hearts took a hammering but in under an hour, we were into the final few kms to home.
Huge sticky buns and coffee while we cleaned bikes rounded off a longer than expected day.
So my comeback hit a bit of a slippery slope but by tomorrow, I should be fit...yeah right.
If you are doing this year's Sabie Experience, please train.
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Friday, October 30, 2009
What a return (sort of)
Once a week training doesn't cut it for the mountains in the area but a break from Jhb and something new was all good.
Sabie Experience is a four day mtb event in December and is known to be tough, even brutal depending on the weather conditions.
We arrived in rain and woke up this morning to rain. Steady falling rain and dampened spirits.
At the start were about 30 hard core souls. Actually, some were posing as they had no intention of riding but wanted to be in the aura of those of us heading out.
There was a vote. The time trial route (32k and 3 hours of rain) or Stage 3 (80k and 8 hours of rain). To me it was a no brainer but - I won't tell you how I voted.
Off we went. A 13k climb to stables soon had the butt and back complaining but at least it kept us warm. A roaring fire at the hiking hut made it super hard to leave knowing this was the point of no return. 60k more awaited us. I added another layer. Well it was worth it. Sublime single track even in the wet, a near cartwheel over a cliff by yours truly and slightly warmer weather in the valley.
My gears were giving me the zig and fatigued my legs quicker along with the mud, but hey, I was keeping up. I was surprised that I was not exhausted and that I had not fallen off the pace.
Despite the constant drifts of rain, everyone held up really well and there was good feedback on this stage.
On the climb named "Ugly Words", I rather heard the thud of raindrops falling from the trees onto the damp earth and the sigh of my tires as I wound my way onward and upward. I could hear birds faintly and not another soul.
Rare peace indeed.
The race office ladies, Ilsa and Sandy, had whipped up hot soup with buttered rolls for the weary warriors. Manna!
It took several rinses of my bike, myself and my kit to get ride of most of the brown mud.
And now we are off to celebrate Halloween at Georgies restaurant.
Tomorrow? Who knows, who cares. I'm back!
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Obsessions with numbers
I found myself doing it again on my longer run this weekend past. Obsessing about 300 - that's what I was short. 3.0.0.metres of tar still needed to hit the round figure of 15km.
Runners line up in the droves for a marathon, frantically pressing buttons on their watch as they start and practically tripping over the finish mats trying to press buttons when they finish.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday Wind Down
Guy has a garage full of bikes...in different sizes. He says its so he can lend new people a bike that fits them. Crazy. In his place, I would keep all the bikes for myself - a different colour for every mood.
30km later and settling darkness saw me back at the car, happy, upbeat and booking off Wednesday Wind Downs for the next eon.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Go Big or Go Home
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
What defines you?
I survived because of sport playing first team hockey at an early age and eventually captaining the school in the sport. I also remember the dramas of trying to contact me via dodgy phone line after the school gala to get me into the school interhigh team.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Hello, Hi, Grunt, howsit...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Calories burned aplenty
Friday, October 9, 2009
And for something different
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Uh Oh Need some focus
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Would you wear these?
I saw these trendy "knickers" advertised for general cycling, probably more for commuters than for racing. But at least it does away with the overshare of bumps and lumps in lycra.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
How do you put a mtb trail together
Steve Thomas, my riding partner in ‘07, suggested a reverse blanket, starting in Paarl and ending in Pietermaritzburg. We agreed, though, that time constraints would mean we should aim to do the ride in two weeks. He suggested starting at Ponta da Ora and riding to Pietermaritzburg. I began to explore riding the Drakensberg to connect with the FC.
I had already found from the RTR and FC how little I knew about the Drakensberg, about where it started and ended and how it had shaped the country. It is arguably our most dominant physical feature and most important resource in the sense that it is the source of most of our water, but I have found that South Africans, like me, are generally ignorant of the range even though it has a looming presence in our lives.
Putting together a trail is also a challenge. It has to traverse the most remote parts of the country while ideally having access to tourist resources such as B&Bs where you can wash, eat and sleep.
But this a fun challenge. Given that trail riding is one of my favourite things to do, there is little hardship in this. Soon a little group of us were spending three or five days at a time checking out the various possibilities for a trail from Haenertsburg to Matatiele, where the route would join the FC.
I also scouted old book shops to get books on the Drakensberg and old wagon and prospector routes. Where I could find mountain bikers with local knowledge I contacted them for advice. In particular Dennis Lawrie, Glenn Harrison and Tim James helped with ideas and advice.
Google Earth is, of course, also invaluable, but most important is the 1:50 000 map. I have made so many visits to the map shop in Jan Smuts Avenue that I think I should be given shares.
There were several false starts and some areas are tougher to crack than others, but by early this month I was ready to try and cycle the whole thing in one go. I could have hunted around for a cycling partner, but as a back-of-the-field rider, I did not think this a sustainable option. I also thought that riding solo would bring an additional element to the experience.
Haenertsberg is an old gold mining town, one of many stretching through Bourke’s Luck, Pilgrim’s Rest, Mac Mac, Kaapsehoop and Barberton. It is a good place to start.
Ten kilometres out of the village there is a lake which feeds the Mohlapitse and Letaba rivers. The former carves its way through the Drakensberg to the Orrie Baragwanath pass. This goes down to the magnificent Oliphants valley.
The area is rainfall challenged, has contrasting red earth, an abundance of rocks with impressive succulents and even the odd baobab tree. It is also very hot.
Ohrigstad, over 150 years old, is a good spot to re-stock and re-fuel. Crystal Springs is a private nature reserve with an abundance of game and accommodation with breath-taking views of dramatic gorges.
Heading south there is a choice of going through In Die Diepte, a ride I am yet to do, or staying on the escarpment and heading for the Hartebeesvlakte, a massive area of state-owned land which is completely underdeveloped and the home to herds of blesbok.
By now you are entering the forested areas of Mpumalanga. There are several choices of route heading down towards Sudwala, perhaps joining the Mankele bike trails along the way.
I took a short piece of tar to the N4 and then rode along the main rail line to Elandshoek and up to Kaapsehoop, one the country’s most charming villages. There is more natural forest and plantation, including crossing the Ndogwana river, to Badplaas, which is also a good place to recharge. I then followed the Umkomazane river to near Warburton.
This part of the route is relatively flat and dominated by forestry. You follow forestry tracks and dirt roads through New Scotland to Amsterdam. The Luneberg/Wakkerstroom area has some of the best mountain bike riding in the country, including riding in a natural crater and up the Phongola valley.
The Buffalo valley crossing was also a highlight to me. I will be doing more riding on the Free State section as I think there is still a better route than the two I have so far used.
From Swinburne the best route will be to drop into the Lost Valley to Geluksburg. The KwaZulu-Naal section of the Drakensberg is the most developed and so has the most tar roads, but with input from locals, the mountain biker can now ride this part of the route without being on any busy roads. There are tarred sections which I would think should remain as cars are few and far between and the scenery is both dramatic and spell -binding.
I am writing this in Underberg, on a two-day break. I had considered continuing the journey south via Lesotho but this appears to add too much time to the overall trip.
Rather, the local mountain bikers I have spoken to, have sketched out a route they use which in part follows the Bushman’s Nek road. This will join the Freedom trail about 50 or 60km from Matatiele. I could end my ride here but I will ride to Dordrecht as I’d like this trip to have taken in the Drakensberg from end to end.
I have taken some trouble in the preparatory trips to arrange permits and have actively sought out farmers to discuss access issues. No problems have arisen and neither do I expect them to.
If this part of the trail does formalise over time I would expect that a conversation would start with the major landowners such as the forestry companies to be able to arrange blanket permits for riders.
1300km done, 500km to go.