Day 21: The Ass

Ass:

1. A mammal related to the horse. It is hardy and sure-footed, having longer ears than the horse.

2. the donkey.

3. a foolish or ridiculous pompous person.

This all according to the The New Collins Concise English Dictionary.

What I wanted to say was, they looked at him and he looked at them.  HeeeeHoooo!

Day 20: In the back of your mind

It is Monday, the start of a new week. You look through your diary and sigh at all the appointments vying for time and space. While the phone is ringing non stop and voices are droning past your ears, your mind is still on the ride of the weekend, the open spaces, the scenery, the beauty of being able to ride. And in the back of your mind you keep a little space open to dwell on the next possible ride, the where and when. It puts a spring in your step, it puts a smile on your face. 

Day 19: The long road

Comrades day and my thoughts are with those athletes ticking off the kilometres one after the other. It is a long way and most of the time it is the head that drag the legs over the line. To some of us who has experienced the long open road, the longing to go back and experience it again, and again, and again is always there.

Day 18: Together

It is weekend and I have a HUGE family braai to organise. How to keep all the family warm, food ready, seating for all and not to mention parking! It did remind me of the bikes huddling together overnight on the Joberg2c. Same, same....

Day 17: My bike is loaded with.....

Gone are the days that we would hop on the bike, ride to the nearest cafe and buy bread and milk, and ride back home with the bag swinging on our handle bar. (Talking about SA). Come on, be honest, who is still doing that? I still see many commuters from the outer parts of the cities riding their bikes with all sorts of things, from planks to buckets and even saw once a small cage with a chicken in it.

Ok, so seeing that we're not doing it anymore, if you had a carrier attached to your bike, what would you like to cart around?

I think I would like a chocolate cake at the back, but it would mean some careful handling of the bike..hahahaha

Photo by Silke Gruner

Day 16: It's COLD

The first real cold is here in Gauteng, but I heard about snow in Barkley East. It made me think of the beautiful roads travelled last year during the Freedom Challenge. All the best to all  of this year's riders. We'll be glued to our PC screens to see what is happening to you and to watch your progress along this route. And if you do encounter snow, we'll know how cold it really is.

Day 15: Happy Africa Day

Well, I wouldn't have known it is Happy Africa Day if Google didn't tell me so. Who decides that Africa will have a happy day today? Let us not go into politics or evolutionary explanations, rather let us happily ride our bikes while we are in Africa. Some little people living in Africa need better bikes. Who will make the difference?

PS. Thanks for all the votes coming through.....just a reminder that the pictures for Day 24 and Day 31 still need to be loaded...hahaha. But have fun clicking away!

Day 14: Tough day in the office

Sigh...really battled a bit to get the poll of blogger.com to work, but alas, not the case. Tried to resuscitate it till late into the night. But a new poll is up and running. So, go back and vote for your favourite picture.
This is all in a day's work, and if you have a tough day in the office, why not let your mind go to the last ride, or the most beautiful one, or just riding.......mmmm nice

Day 13: Choose a bike

How do you decide on the right bike for you? hahaha put them all together and pick one!
How about the purple one, naaah, the one with the basket!

Day 12: Stop and smell the Roses

You can ride fast, racing to get to the end first, be on the podium, get the accolades, your name in the history books.....but what if you've missed the roses?

Stop and see...Stop and smell...

Day 11: Weekend Riding

This photo tells about my likes; bikes, breads and boxers.

I love weekend riding. It can be a race, or on the mountain bike exploring a new route. I like the stop overs having a toasted sandwich or a beer after a long hot ride. Like this weekend for instance, first the road bike got loaded into the car and off to Bela Bela for a fast ride. (ok...fairly fast.) Got home, and road bike gets off loaded and in goes the mountain bike for tomorrow's ride. Looking forward to the scenery, camera at the ready.

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Day 10: The art of cycling

What do you see when you look at your bike? Wheels? Saddle? Handle bars? Colour? When I look at my bike, I see.......aaaah a ride. It's not so important the colour (which must be blue, but isn't), or the wheels, or the brand. To me it is the ride.

 Look through the eyes of a 6-year old and see what they see.

Day 9: The Little Green Bike

Visualise: It's the beginning of the holidays or a long weekend and you've also decided to do a bit of a trek. The only thing is, you have to get passed all the traffic before you can start to enjoy your well earned break. Everything is moving at a snail pace, slowly, overloaded trucks, BIG trucks spewing out billows of smoke, sleek cars pushing their noses into the long stream of cars, making your temperature to rise into the red. Then! In front of us, the little green bike! It made my day. Somebody bought their child their first little bike. Cute! I liked the little side wheels all in green. I liked the other bike's clean water bottle, sooo new. They're gonna enjoy that!

Day 8: Transporting your bicycle

Now when you transport your bicycle to the next race venue, it is normally not a problem if you have a rack of some sorts. It also doesn't really matter if the bike is put on the roof, (except when you pull the car into the garage and not taking the bike off) hanging off the rear window, standing tall on the Thule or get folded up neatly to be put inside the car, as long as the bike is comfortable. Very interesting though is when the price of the bike is more than the price of the car, which in my humble opinion is totally correct.

Remember to vote today!

Day 7: Another river crossing

There are many different ways to cross a river. I like the splash through way, others prefer the tippy toe way, others like to wade slowly through barefoot and when on the other side, will sit down to dry feet (I never know where they keep the tiny, dry, rolled up towel), then put cream on and then empty sock and then empty other sock (from imaginary goggas) and then the cycling shoe after adjusting a buckle or a strap.....exhausting isn't it.

Lets face it, a river is a river is a river, it will always be wet! I must say I marvel at those Bison floating bridges they build for the Joberg2c and Sani2c. Now there you can stay dry if you stay upright. 

But, beware of the loose plank bridges and the makeshift bridges and the logs (which is mostly just 1cm too short.) When you put a foot or a wheel on them they turn nasty. 

Day 6: A Newbie's first river crossing

We were all there, looking down into the passing flow of the river, very unsure of what it might do to you and what it might do to the bike. A newbie's first river crossing is normally a push through, feeling elated when arriving unscathed on the other side. I can proudly say that the newbie in this picture has progressed by leaps and bounds. Not only does water not scare her anymore, but also mud, deep sand and a hole in the tyre the size of her pinkie! Vote for her!

Day 5: At the sea

There is nothing nicer than to have a set of wheels with you when on holiday. Hop on for a long slow ride ...or a shorter one. Had to stop to watch the surfers. Mmmm, bikes, sea, wind, surfers....that's a good life.

Day 4: Re-Cycle

What do you do with your old bike? Do you keep it as a reminder of all the good rides you had, do you sell it, or do you recycle it? If you recycle your bike, what would you recycle it to? Spare parts or a work of art?

Day 3: Through the forests

Sorry to everyone who waited patiently for Day 3's picture to be loaded. It was the mischievous Blogger.com having a bit of a problem, but, here is Day 3 then.
I love riding through forests, to hear the trees sighing softly, leaves rustling. It is as if the volume button of the world is turned down a notch. Vote for Day 3 if you like it and any other day which takes your fancy.

Day 2: To the top

The nicest feeling when you get to the top of the mountain with heart pounding, lungs burning and shaky legs. Of course the downhill is exhilarating! So don't stop till you get to the top.

Day 1 of 31 odd days of cycling pictures

I always wanted a different kind of water bottle on my bike. With my wine drinking skills I think this one should suite me just fine. Vote for day 1 if you like this picture the most.....ok, ok, wait for day 2, 3 and the rest. You can also leave some interesting comment of your own or a picture to compliment this one.

It's our Birthday!

Well, in the month of April, 13 years ago, the Bullamakanka (Bulla for short) Gym was born. Here is the story, more or less. Please be reminded that I'm now 13 years older too and might have some of the facts and details a bit mixed up or muddled.

In 1998, when Spinning was still new in SA, Bullamakanka Spinning opened its doors with 4 spinning bikes and a few friends wanting to get fit. It soon proofed to be a popular exercise and 6 spinning bikes were added to the gym. At that stage it was just a double garage with a painted cement floor, which we changed the colour of a couple of times.

Believe it or not, but the music was still tapes, those funny thin plastic things with two holes and running wheels on the inside. We ended up a couple of times with frustrated instructors reeling off strange words as they were reeling off the curled and knotted ribbon tape.

As times changed the music changed and so did the instructors. My two children, Silke and Andreas, were instructors here at the opening and for a few more years. In the beginning of 2003, Celeste, my cycling buddy, became an instructor here. Zoe took over from Silke towards the end of 2004 at a fun filled night here at the gym. It was Good Byes and Welcomes all in one. Celeste left for the USA and in her place we had Paul who also left for USA, Australia or Canada, one of those far away places. A long legged blond beauty, Henrietta, with the softest heart filled Paul’s place. After Henrietta came Carna and Abrie, a wife/husband team and in the wings, always ready to help out, was Sari.

In 2004 I went for a BOSU ball course and 7 balls were added to the gym. In 2006, three more spinning bikes were added. With the balls came core strength and mats and this year we started with Boot Camp Ball Classes and weighted balls, skipping ropes and elastic bands were added to the “torture camp”.

People have come and gone but a couple have stayed. Ansa was one of our first clients and she is still attending. Francois arrived here in 2001. Debbie and Joseph almost the same time, and they are still here. Sorette, Stefan, Michelle, Andre, Kris, Mario, Amanda, Sari, Martie, Karin, Margie and Maggie have all been here for many years and are truly the core of the gym, with many new faces being added to that core. Through the help of Rodney, the gym was transformed in 2008 to the place we have today.

Now, to celebrate this great event I will post some cycling pics on the blog for the next 31 days or so. Please vote for the best pic!