24 Sep 2008
7 Sep 2008
The 94.7 is only open till the 15th September. Don't delay! This is also your seeding race for the Argus Cycle Tour 2009.
Which is the other very important race to enter for now. Entries opened on the 1st September, but will only stay open till the first 35 000 entries have been received. And please remember after entering the Argus, also make sure about your accommodation as places to stay in the Cape are very limited-well of course there are places to stay but at our Gauteng budget there are only a few. Also if you are flying down, make sure about booking your ticket ASAP.
94.7 deadline: 15 September
Argus deadline : First 35000- they already had 10000 entries within the first 24hours of opening the site. Go to http://www.cycletour.co.za/ to enter.
We here at Bullamakanka are prepared to help any novices who would like to enter the Cape Argus Cycle Tour with advice and also a training programme to prepare you fully for this fantastic event. Please speak to us.
3. You must be prepared to hang around (for quite some time) and drink a couple of beers while waiting for the lucky draw to take place. Not that you have to listen to anything going on at the stage because you know you weren't one of the fast ones and therefore will not get a money prize.4. You have to be lucky! I mean sitting around drinking beers and waiting for others to win tubes and water bottles and lollipops but only at shop so-and -so means you have to be lucky. So feel lucky otherwise you're not going to win anything.
5. Win the bike! I won it! A brand new Merida Road Bike! It felt so good, except I do have a fantastic Trek already.
By the way, all of the above excitement happened at the Carousel Ride.
So, now that you have the recipe, be there, ride the race, have a couple of beers with your friends afterwards and wait for the lucky draw. Well, to be honest, that is what we have been doing all along and having terrific fun times together. Why are you waiting? I'm expecting your smiley face at the next ride....which bring me to ......important dates.
20 Aug 2008
Arriving in Willowmore, we made our way to our overnight accommodation, where some of our teammates were already waiting. A full inspection of all the bicycles was made by everyone who was going to ride and by everyone who wish they could ride and by everyone who was very thank full that they won't be riding. Off we went to registration to get our race numbers as well as all the rules and regulations, t-shirts, tog bags and corporate car sticker. In the meantime, lots of cooking had been going on in the kitchen. It was cutting, chopping, stirring and adding salad dressings to the wrong salads. A wonderful chin wag time was going on and to keep the throats wet, a glass of wine and a beer were just the right stuff to get everyone in the right spirit. The next morning, everyone was up early to get bikes ready, to pack the 4x4 and to have the usual pre-race breakfast. Coffee and more coffee. We watched the weather anxiously. Was it going to rain? The sky was heavy with clouds and an icy wind was blowing. Some were more nervous than others. New inventions to stop the cold from reaching the bodies were the order of the day. Rodney and Carl came up with these toe warmers, but after about 10min the wrapping fell off.....no good.A last team photo before our support , Elzet and Marle, had to leave.
We arrived at checkpoint 2 and the general talk was about how many minutes were already lost in comparison to last year's ride.
Getting up the mountain is one thing, but going down quite something else. The steepness, the darkness, trying not to look at the cliff edge just at your side. A sigh of relief, we made it down the hill in one piece, no mechanical. Between Bergplaas and Komdomo is another 30kms. We were about halfway when the accident happened. How it happened we are still trying to figure out, but Etienne came off his bike and broke his collarbone. We couldn't believe it. We retrieved his bicycle from the jungle. He got onto the back of a scrambler with his bicycle neatly wedged in between him and the biker. I had to join up with another team and cycled with them to Kondomo. At this point that team decided to withdraw from the race and I had to find yet again another team to ride with so I could finish the race. In the end I was teamed up with "die Bosvarke", bless their socks. We made it all to the end. Thanks to Attie and Wilhelm and Garth for riding the last 60km with me.
Something of interest. At all the checkpoints they put up a little black board with the first ten teams names on that went through the checkpoint. Yes, by the time I passed that checkpoint it was 2:26 in the morning.
A big welcome also awaited Team Build with Rodney who navigated his first timer teammates through the Baviaans successfully. Well done to Carl, Gordon and Rodney!
And so this wonderful ride came to an end. But only till next year. I hope that this story has inspired you as it has us, again. To ride more and more often, to take up a challenge. You will only know if you can, if you do it.
10 Aug 2008
Mario, or Mr M (as he is better known as) delivered a magnificent welcome and opening speech, repeating himself a bit as his speech was only a quarter page long and was written hastily in the shower before he arrived. I then had the honour of thanking everyone for their presence. Also thanking Pauline and Etienne for the donation of the carpet tiles, Mario for the printing of cards and flyers for the gym and Magda and Dave for sponsoring the wine for the evening. Rodney then welcomed and thanked Dino the builder, for pulling out all the stops at the last minute to finish in time for the opening. So after all the formalities, the spinning instructors grabbed scissors to cut the red ribbon. Officially opened!All had a good time eating, drinking and chatting through to the wee hours of the morning.
20 Jul 2008
Knog will Ilumin8 your journey through your darkest hours. The course will be lined with the famous Knog Frog flashing lights to keep you on track. Scared of being ambushed by a technical section? Never fear! The Knog Bullfrogs will provide ample warning for you to tighten your grip and hang on for dear life!
If all the course marking isn’t enough for you, and you’re more a sidekick than a super hero, we suggest adding the Knog Gator to your arsenal.
For the lucky few, the hallowed arches of the Knog VIP marquee will provide a beacon in the darkness, a place to rock out in style, sip on Knogtails, schmooze with the bands and perhaps try and pick up one of the famed Knog girls.
10 Jul 2008
Another garage is added to the existing garage. From the old gym, we are breaking through to the downstairs room which we are busy revamping into a change room with shower etc. So all those of you who always wanted to spin early in the morning, shower and go to work, it is finally happening! Here is the breakthrough to the room:
In the meantime we have to make do with spinning in the TV lounge. That is quite a homey affair with carpets, the smell of cooking in the kitchen and all the other house hold noises and sounds. But don't despair, this is not for long. Watch this space! So when you arrive at the gym, find your way past the bricks and the two heaps of sand and past the rubble on the pavement and into the front door and there we will be.
As you can see the people here are as friendly as ever.
The two teams which entered for the Baviaans are still training and doing out rides on Saturdays and Sundays. Please join us on these rides. It will definitely motivate us with our training and help us to forget about tired legs and sore bums.
A nice race to enter is the Carousel, fairly flat, except for one long hill. Still time to enter as it is only taking place on 9 August.
I'm sure you all are watching the Tour de France....not?
3 Jun 2008
We set off in high spirits, some of us in cars, others in planes, but our destination was the same, Pietermaritzburg. We were ready for the DusiMfula mountain bike race.
The route took us through the countryside and next to the river
The view from up there was just so beautiful. While I was taking in the view and got myself photographed and filled my water bottle, the rest of the team made their appearance.
Only 26km to go to the end of Day One. Doesn't sound like a lot, but believe me, there were still a number of climbs, obstacles and dongas to cross. We laboured on and when we finally reached the end and could see the dam, the tents, we knew we finally made day one. We were presented with a snack pack. What a nice surprise! A roll, a fruit, a chocolate and a muffin which were absolutely devoured. I didn't realised how hungry I was. The bulla team took 7hours and 53 min to complete day 1, about 75km.
All the teams had their numbered tents waiting for them, all equipped with two thick sponge mattresses.
............. and the tent inhabitants.........
Day Two dawned a bit cloudy, but not cold. We settled down for a very early breakfast and then the big packing up as our bags had to be with the Crown removals truck by 6:30. The race started at 7:00. After the wonderfully prepared supper the previous night, we slept like logs. Breakfast was an equally sumptuous feast, from cereals to bacon and egg rolls, to muffins and enough coffee to wake up the sleepiest of the sleepers, except for one team who thought that the race only starts at 8 and was therefore an hour late..
With our bags packed and our bikes lubed and checked, we were ready for the second day, or so we thought. They announced that Day One was a technical ride, don't we just know it, and Day Two was to be the adventure. Standing in the chute waiting for the start gun, my eyes wandered to the cyclists legs around me, bruised, scratched, maybe also tired, but also some very strong and lean muscles. STIHL was the company who cut the paths during the previous day and apparently through the night so it was ride-able. I saw a couple of their riders around at the start.The gun went off and we were on our way with the media helicopter hovering over us, always taking footage of the front runners. What about me! What about me! True to the ride of Day One, Day Two was also littered with uphills, steep hills, out of breath hills. It just gave us enough time to catch our breath and sneak a look down on Inanda Dam, our overnight stop of Day One. What a view! Before we knew it, we were at Burma Hill, the dreaded hill. It was dragging, pushing, shoving, carrying, and more carrying our bikes up, up and up the hill. Nobody seem to be in a hurry. All were just slowly making their way up.While some were admiring the view over the valley from the top, others were still making their way up. The welcoming committee were waiting up at the top in case somebody wanted to hand over their bike and walk the rest of the route. At last the water point. Loud music was pouring out the house and friendly people were clapping as we came round the corner. A very welcome sight. ........Did you see the dog?
Just when we thought we could have it a bit easy, another big hill followed. Our Pink teammates, Pauline and Etienne battled it out on the hill. The previous day, they were the yellow team and they were welcomed in with a huge Mexican wave and fanfare and an interview on TV.
Then the fall... Pauline came down on the single track. "I'm OK, I'm OK". So we left them to the dusting off and checking the bike and went our merry way........
across the bridge
and crossing the river over a bridge. There should be other terms for "bridge".......
and crossing the pipe bridge covered with rickety planks and at a dizzy height!.......and across the bridge built by the army, with some members in a rubber duck in case we decided to take a tumble into the river........and all the way to the end!And it was only at the end that we heard the shocking news, that Pauline's fall was a bit more serious and that "I'm OK" actually means "I'm not OK and that I'm in excruciating pain but I'll smile with my front teeth and grind the back ones." Arm in sling but with a smile on her face we did get to see her at the end too, with a beer.
I'm sad to say, Etienne got hurt too........luckily not seriously..........just a bit........... a small wound.
And so a wonderful, but very tough and tiring, event came to an end. We did celebrate and explore Durban's night life. The smell of the sea, the views. Till next year. ....Maybe