Day 1 – 12th April 2017

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Something to think about.

Okay so I missed last years tour due to budgetry constraints. This year I am fortunate to join the madness again as videographer albeit alone without my side kick Richard Dalziel, the editor from previous years.

I travelled up to Heidelberg with the knowledge that the participants of the tour were in for a wonderful adventure, as was I. I love the fact that there are so many different personalities on the tour. I love the fact that we are a diverse group of people riding through a very diverse country.

So onto Day 1. All was good actually. The roads as usual are filled with potholes and as a results there were some punctures along the way but that is to be expected. What I did not expect was for my camera to malfunction on me. Problem. No camera, no documentary…

So I had to make a decision, quickly. I decided to drive home from the Villers to the KZN Midlands where I live to fetch another camera and remedy the situation as soon as I could.

6 hours later I was back with the team in Villiers with a new camera, which I still have to learn how to use. Problem solved. Apologies for the scare Tony!

The thing is… that while I was traveling along the N3 back home it gave me a chance to think about what we are all trying to achieve by riding and participating in this event. I have realized that, at this time of uncertainty and confusion in SA we are given a break. A real break to focus on ourselves and our bodies and not be distracted from the noise/news in the media. We have the opportunity to make a real difference if only for one person. This is key for me because even though we sometimes feel helpless or voiceless… fill in the blank… This tour allows one to make a difference and hold our heads high and bring some good news to the country and to the world. Something to be proud of.

I look forward to the next week and a bit and I am excited to make new friends and take awesome photographs and hopefully put together a documentary you can all use to further this amazing 1965 Ride.

All the best.

Regards,

Louis Bolton
louis@boltoninc.co.za
PUNCTURES, POTHOLES AND PELETON CHASERS: 2017 1965RIDE DAY 1

BY: NTSIKA MSUTHU

Every now and again you got to do something that is totally out of your character.

I have driven down to Queenstown on several occasion however nothing, and I mean nothing, could prepare me fro what lay ahead as we prepared to take the more scenic route down to the majestic Province.

By scenic I do not only mean the route but our mode of transport as well.

So with the excitement of a two year old with carte blanche in a sweet shop, we mounted our saddles set off on our “shot left” journey from Johannesburg to Queenstown.

Well for Day 1 of this epic journey that many have termed as life changing.

Now I have heard many interesting stories about this ride, many of which I must admit, I thought were urban legends or something from mystical children’s books stories. But alas.

We departed from our starting point, Life Suikerbosrand Hospital, in Heidelberg with a unique escort of our own. I doubt many people have ever been escorted out of a town by growling Harley Davidson’s while they man powered two wheeled machine out of town. If that was not on my bucket list, now it was and I have gladly ticked it off.

Once we were finally made our way out of gloomy Heidelberg  and our mighty machine Harley escort left us to be on our merry way, the rolling hills of tarmac ahead of us looked like a cyclist dream, even for us part timers.

But it was not to be.

We soon realised that we were dealing with more pot holes than actually roads and that the day would be dominated by punctures, “crators” and the rest of the peleton trying to chase down Annie, who for some reason was the only one who was not phased about the “glorious” conditions under our tyres.

Within the first 50km of the ride we had 4 punctures and one, two, three or four people having had an encounter with a pot hole along the way.

Now for those of you who think that changing a bicycle tube was easy, think again. There is a group of gentlemen, no names mention Big Mike, Lungisa and James, who seemed to battle with this rather easy task. So much so that the ladies on the tour, Annie and Lauren had to offer a helping hand so that things could happen and we could move on.

Our stop for the day was a small one street town, Villiers. Charming little place that Villiers, in fact if ever you need a break and want to go to a place with not much to do, that’s your place. We arrived there with everyone still smiling and Lungisa Tshele still telling us that his diesel engine was still warming up. I have driven a few diesel engines in my life and I’m not sure what kind of engine takes over 100km to warm up but maybe he will be able to explain it to you.

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