After riding my old bicycle from high school for months (bent seat and all), completing the lagoon cycle challenge with a borrowed bicycle (and almost dying) and finally having the courage to buy me a “new” bicycle on gumtree, it was time for the Argus.
Jo! it was hot. At some stage on chapmans peak, a marshal next to the road declared it is 40 °C. The shade was falling on the right side of the road…and damn all the people who can speed up a hill that steep! The cycle road rule: if you’re slow, keep left, if you want to pass, pass right. That meant, no shade for me. Also not for the people that got off their bicycles. While I was struggling my way up the hill, I heart the the familiar sound of bicycle frames colliding and a angry woman shouting “hou lings met jou bleddie fiets as jy will stap”. The entire group around me started laughing…the wrath of an Afrikaans’ woman… And, just for the record, I was not one of the people walking, I was on my bicycle the entire time. Well, almost the entire time. At some stage there was a big accident ahead of us, and all the cyclists were told to get off their bicycles and walk (and I won’t deny it…I was very happy to get of my bike, to be completely honest, I think I would have gotten of in any case. I was really tired at that stage. At least the view is beautiful from up there! You can see the white waves and the clear blue sea for kilometers into the distance.
After Chapmans peak and Suikerbossie (complete with “Kaapse-klopse”-dressed people singing “Suikerbossie ek wil jou hê…Suikerbossie wag vir jou!”) the end was near. Happy that I was not one of the many people I saw falling in front and behind me, I crossed the Finnish line. Maybe in a few days when my shoulders aren’t aching anymore, I will get on my “new bicycle again.