Local rides.
Early Saterday morning coffee, Kyalami, 22 August 2009
Kyalami training day, 22 August 2009.
Back roads of Bryanston.
Help men, God.
A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said,' Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.' The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'
The Lord said, 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; thesupports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaustseveral natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'Lord, I wish that I, and all men, could understand our wives and girlfriends; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy.' The Lord replied, 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?
The Lord said, 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; thesupports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaustseveral natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'Lord, I wish that I, and all men, could understand our wives and girlfriends; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy.' The Lord replied, 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?
Accident.
24th of August, 2009.
The Tall Dutchman had an accident in Bryanston on his Triumph Rocket III Touring. The bike is currently in for repairs and the Dutchman is in hospital with a broken ankle. He is going for an operation and will be out of action for about 6 weeks. He is currently in a good condition and is very concerned about his bike. Photo's will be posted later.
Earlier in June Skeleton, too, had an accident and broke his collar bone. He had been out of action for quite a while and his bike was in for repairs for weeks. The bike is now repaired and due for being picked up, and Skeleton is ready to ride again!
The EON riders want to thank all the helpfull people who had helped and cared for these two bikers! more details to be posted soon...
The Tall Dutchman had an accident in Bryanston on his Triumph Rocket III Touring. The bike is currently in for repairs and the Dutchman is in hospital with a broken ankle. He is going for an operation and will be out of action for about 6 weeks. He is currently in a good condition and is very concerned about his bike. Photo's will be posted later.
Earlier in June Skeleton, too, had an accident and broke his collar bone. He had been out of action for quite a while and his bike was in for repairs for weeks. The bike is now repaired and due for being picked up, and Skeleton is ready to ride again!
The EON riders want to thank all the helpfull people who had helped and cared for these two bikers! more details to be posted soon...
Guardian Angles
By Vince
One day hundreds of bikers
Rode down a long empty road.
They were brothers
That followed the biker code.
And on the horizon,
The devil did sit.
He then decided that
He was going to mess with them a bit.
But before the devil could begin
He was blinded by a white light.
“Watch out” said a voice
“Do not seek trouble from them tonight”
The devil looked up
And screamed with hate:
“I will do what I want,
For them it’s too late!”
And with that he did change
Into a 2-ton speeding truck.
He approached them head on,
Yet they swerve out of his way with some luck.
He loses his temper and again did change
This time into a sporty BMW
And did try to kill them with speed
Yet nothing did and he made a “U”
As he drove away
He planned what to do next.
Then he again did hear the voice:
“Bikers are different from the rest!”
Now the devil was not happy with this
He said: “That may be true and well,
But no-one, not even bikers
Are safe in hell!”
He anchored his feet
And lifted his hands
And the waved them apart
And started to part the sands
A hole had emerged
Of preposterous size
The devil believed that even
God could not believe his eyes
The devil sank in the ground
To go greet the guests he had brought.
But in the bowels of hells he was surprised
To find more bikers than he had thought.
And behind each black-clad biker,
Stood his equal with bright white wings
They were the guardian angels,
Protectors of their bikers and their things.
And they started to march towards the devil,
And began wreaking havoc and mayhem
And as you hear the devil scream, a voice did say
“I told him not to mess with them!”
One day hundreds of bikers
Rode down a long empty road.
They were brothers
That followed the biker code.
And on the horizon,
The devil did sit.
He then decided that
He was going to mess with them a bit.
But before the devil could begin
He was blinded by a white light.
“Watch out” said a voice
“Do not seek trouble from them tonight”
The devil looked up
And screamed with hate:
“I will do what I want,
For them it’s too late!”
And with that he did change
Into a 2-ton speeding truck.
He approached them head on,
Yet they swerve out of his way with some luck.
He loses his temper and again did change
This time into a sporty BMW
And did try to kill them with speed
Yet nothing did and he made a “U”
As he drove away
He planned what to do next.
Then he again did hear the voice:
“Bikers are different from the rest!”
Now the devil was not happy with this
He said: “That may be true and well,
But no-one, not even bikers
Are safe in hell!”
He anchored his feet
And lifted his hands
And the waved them apart
And started to part the sands
A hole had emerged
Of preposterous size
The devil believed that even
God could not believe his eyes
The devil sank in the ground
To go greet the guests he had brought.
But in the bowels of hells he was surprised
To find more bikers than he had thought.
And behind each black-clad biker,
Stood his equal with bright white wings
They were the guardian angels,
Protectors of their bikers and their things.
And they started to march towards the devil,
And began wreaking havoc and mayhem
And as you hear the devil scream, a voice did say
“I told him not to mess with them!”
KZN Roadtrip April 2009
From Johannesburg down to Harrismith
Early Morning on the N3 just before Harrismith
Quick stop at Makiti on the N3
The massive expanse of water which is the Sterkfontein Dam lies just a few kilometres from the edge of the Drakensberg Escarpment in the very upper reaches of the Vaal Dam catchment on the Nuwejaarspruit. Deep and cool, it creates ideal conditions for trout and other varieties of fish, and is therefore a popular angling area. It is the third largest dam in South Africa and has the largest dam wall.
The dam is surrounded by a vast nature conservation area covering 18,000 ha and characterised by steep kranzes, grassed mountain slopes and lushly vegetated kloofs.
From Qwa-Qwa down to Pietermaritzburg
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