Today was meant to be my first ‘big’ cycle in over a year. My goal was 20km or over, and I would have done it too! I was feeling good, I had the time, I was looking forward to it. Here’s what happened:
0.0km – I leave home, cycling on toward the Daunting Hoekwil Hill. (Conquering it at a slow 60km/h) I continued down and left away from Wilderness, Caroline, and the car that would take me back up Daunting Hoekwil Hill.
4.7km – I continue toward Die Vlei – what a great road to cycle! Trudging on with Island Lake to my right, and the old train tracks on my left, I hit a T in the road. This is where I planned to start for the highway, so I turn right, cycling until the road became tar.
6.8km – I decide to explore.
Down I go, down a nameless road that turns to dirt, then mud, then bush and pot-holes. Boy do I like me some pot-holes!
Weaving along the most viable route I eventually crest a small hill. Out in the open now, I look over the Touws River with the next lake in the distance. Sadly, this was the end of the road. (It turns out this was a good thing, too)
9,9km – I make my way back down Pot-Hole Road and up to the highway where I turn towards Wilderness.
15.1km – I emerge a little further than I had expected – just beyond Kleinkrantz. Realising I still had a ways to go, I cross the N2 and continue my trek. Those hills don’t feel so bad when you’re in a car, but when you’ve just done 15km…. it’s another story. I pedantically push my pedals, hill after hill. I keep my head down so I don’t have to look at the next, bigger, bigger hill. Also my neck is sore from those pot-holes.
17.5km – Suddenly! I veer off to the left. Correct myself. I veer off again! Something’s wrong… I hop off my bike to have a look.
Disaster! The worst possible thing (besides getting mugged or hit by a car or something) has happened! My front tyre is completely flat! Thinking back, I realise it must have been Pot-Hole Road… sigh.
I see about 7 thorns stuck in my front tyre and another 5 in the back. I begin the significantly less fun trudge onward, accompanied by a high whistle.
I let Caroline know.
Two and a half kilometers short of my goal, Caroline picked me up. What a disappointing end to such a great ride.
Now I just need to sort out my tubes, and hopefully figure out a way of preventing future punctures. Any ideas?