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Where to start …


In the late 1980’s I fell in love with the idea of riding a bike for a living … well more to the point road racing. It was the ultimate lifestyle to me … the hard men of Europe, mainly Belgium really, out on their bikes rain or shine, day in day out hammering away over crazy distances. I was so enamoured I would ride from Pietermaritzburg to Durban and back every Wednesday – about 180-190 kilometres or so – imagining myself as Gary Planckaert instead of Perkin fighting off the elements trying to get my bike and body home no matter what the elements would throw at me. It was all I could think about .. I wanted to be a roadie so bad. I tried to race – but I was crap. I got dropped every weekend. So I moved on and found other outlets – sailing around the world, getting into photography, getting a life so to speak – but I would always somehow get back to watching the Tour de France wherever I was in the world. It was the ultimate sporting spectacle to me – the scenery, the bikes, the stories.

And then they all lied to me. Each and every one of them. From participants, to coaches, to commentators. They all lied. How do you think that makes us feel? The bicycle, often quoted as the noblest of inventions, now has people in the saddle who are most definitely less than noble. My dreams have been slowly crushed over the past few years slowly getting to grips with the idea that it was all a sham. A farce. A mockery. All done for the sake of the almighty dollar. Talk about crushing a few million dreams. Because you know I was not alone. We are all left flabbergasted by what we kinda knew was true but never wanted to come out and admit and more to the point accept. But here we are a ‘reasoned decision’ later and our sport has become the biggest scandal in sporting history. Seriously? A few hundred losers who took short cuts to get ahead ruined something for billions? How did we let that happen?

Lets say, for conjectures sake, that everyone who ever rode the Tour De France since 1903 doped – how many people is that? A couple of thousand maybe? And yet we place them on a pedestal as if they are the gods that walk – or pedal – amongst men. Seriously, I’ve been at the start of the funride world champs – aka the Argus Pick n Pay Cycle Tour around the Cape Peninsula and watched 35000 people set off on their bikes and its amazing to watch. Thin, fat, old, young – come one, come all! And that is one race, at the southern tip of Africa – who has the moral majority here?

But yet we are to believe some of these admitted dopers have now seen the errors of their ways and come ‘clean’ … well after making a few million dollars, trampled the dreams of others and having run out of ideas as to where the beautiful bicycle can take them next. Really? Why now?

And the ‘apologies’ … seriously? I have looked at them all and all you say is you did something wrong – how you were led astray or convinced. Not the fact that you doped and lied to everyone you had dealings with from fans, to family members, to sponsors, to fellow racers. Imagine that kid at the side of the road who imagined himself like you without knowing the dark secret? How could you do that? I actually want to be sick.

But you know what? Its done. Its over. They can rot in the filth they created. I dont give a fuck about them anymore and you shouldn’t either. The bicycle is bigger than them and will always overcome. It has given me love, life, health, freedom, independence, a career, friends around the world, taken me to the most beautiful places, and brought me closer to myself than I could ever imagine. Its just that I had the context wrong in the early days … it wasn’t who I was imagining myself to be on the bike … it was the fact I was on a bike … and thats the way its going to stay.



Ride life straight to perfect laughter

The title is part of a bigger quote from Charles Bukowski – a poet whose harsh reality writings kept me going in my sailing days. But more importantly the opening stanza reads “If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.” Or for those more au fait with popular culture – “Do or do not, there is no try” – Yoda from Empire Strikes Back. So in that mindset I find myself just over a week away from riding the Joberg2C

Why? Well I did say previously I wanted to ride my bike more – 900km more? Maybe not in a week per se, but c’est la vie – you have to squeeze in the rides where you can sometimes.

So what is the Joberg2C? Its an mtb race/ride/mind/body altering experience which takes you from the outskirts of Johannesburg to the KZN coast – 900kms in 9 days – the maths on that being fairly simple to work out. But rather than the district road slogs some are used to the guys behind this race – Farmer Glen & Wappo et al are all about the ride.

And after  number of successful years of event organisation – the Wild Ride and then Sani2C, they have instilled a fierce competition amongst landowners along the route – some 100 farms in total i believe – to generate the best singletrack experience! And there’s nothing wrong with a bit of healthy competition, right?

But thats not where the rivalry ends … the farmers wives’ take it upon themselves to make sure that you don’t shed any weight along the route with water points that you physically have to be dragged away from by your race partner or lunches on arrival that stretch all the way to supper!

But its the ride these guys are focused on … trying to remove as much of the slog sections that they can every few months with new & improved sections of singletrack and doubletrack to ease the pain of the 100km plus days. And despite this almost selfish need for singletrack – their efforts have a humanitarian purpose – everyone who works on the route is paid and the monies raised from entries are ploughed into to the communities that the race passes through. I’ve seen this in action a few year years back where Greg Minnaar, Steve Peat and myself bore witness to the work these guys do in helping the local school at the bottom of Nick’s Pass that heads into the amazing Umkomaas Valley.

Greg Minnaar & Steve Peat March 2008 in the Umkomaas Valley

Enough history back to the Joberg2C … its going to be tough no doubt about that – especially given the fact that in the time I’d set aside for training has been overrun by work – Cape Epic, PMB World Cup and 7 weeks shooting in Santa Cruz, California. Don’t get me wrong i’ve ridden my bike a fair amount and Strava’d the shit out some singletrack. But nothing can really prepare you for 900km in a touch over a week.

And as its a team race – i’m doing it with long time riding buddy Tom Southwood – aka @schmoose_za … and he has been putting in “lank” miles as he would say. Basically every six months i am on the road he is hammering out the miles – while i was shooting the world cups etc. He’s going to need some patience and sense of humour next week! And given his dress sense he already half way there!


Given the miles I have done, i know the bike is up for it. The big wheels are growing on me and the Santa Cruz Tallboy C is proving me wrong on a lot of assumptions and preconceived notions I had about 29ers. And it is specced to the 9s to continue the theme – SRAM XX & XO mix throughout! Boosh.

My Santa Cruz Tallboy C

But preparation wasn’t without some interesting moments – rim stripping and sealing my Industry Nine/Stans wheels from Rush Sports in Schmoose’s car on the way to Vermaaklikheid for a weekend of family, training and a break!

Cramped confines for tubeless setup

We’re in the final throes of preparation this weekend – a 40th birthday party tonight and a missed ride today … so its all going to plan! Tomorrow is another day and while a ride missed today is a bit of a downer … i’m more than confident next week’s adventures will more than make up for it! We’ll keep you updated on my suffer score through the week!  But in the meantime i leave you with the view we’ll see on the second last day entering the Umkomaas Valley!

Umkomaas Valley





Nothing endures but change

So, by now some of you will that i’ve decided to skip the rest of the world cup season. I’m sitting here after one of the best World Cups in years and wondering how I got to the decision to change the career path that has defined me for 11 years. Well its complex … as all these things are. I attended my first World Cup in 1997 in Stellenbosch and was hooked. But thats a long story for another time and place.

For the past 6 years I have been pretty much the only photographer to travel to all the MTB World Cups and World Championships – Marathons included. And while it does sound like the dream job (it is) – it takes it’s toll. Home life becomes a series of transitional stops with a semi-packed bag at the foot of the bed for about a week at a time before the next month-long trip. Family time becomes a seemingly endless series of re-acquaintances and goodbyes from March through to September every year. Friendships on and off the circuit follow a similar cyclical flow. Time is fleeting, measured in the blink of an eye – like the difference between 1st and 2nd this weekend in Pietermaritzburg. And I feel it is passing all too quickly for my relationship with my wife and daughter.

What’s really put that in perspective is the fact that just one day after 4 days flat out work at the Pietermaritzburg World Cup – Molly turned 5 today. And of those 1826 days of her life I have been away for at least 900 of them. and that, my friends, is just not fair on any of us.

World Cup photography has given me everything – highs, lows, friendships, creative expression, a career, a reputation – you name it I am defined by the sights, sounds and people of the MTB World Cup. I have made friendships that I hope will endure forever. Take this weekend, for instance, I walked through the pits for 3 days straight saying hello to friends catching up on off-season gossip, tall tales and experiences. It’s my other family, it’s a dual-existence. One on this side of the world, home, and the other living out of a bag in far flung corners of the world. And sometimes it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. Or which one superior and which inferior.

I also miss the simple act of riding my bike … I got into riding bikes late – I was 8 I think – but in the instant when my dad let go the seat and I pedalled/wobbled off I knew my life had changed forever. Freedom was now just a few pedal strokes away. And i still get that feeling whenever I climb on a bike. And to be brutally honest – I need to do it fairly often otherwise I go mad.

I  know most think just how hard is it to consistently ride a bike while on the road in some of the most beautiful, riding oriented parts of the world that we go to on the circuit? Well its not all VIP parties in luxury chalets in the Alps as some would believe. The work days are never ending with shooting from the early hours till late, daily selections to be made, captions to be written, equipment to be cleaned and prepped, now and then food to be found and sometimes showers to be taken etc etc. For the past few years my work day ends when I am fast asleep on a stairwell trying to poach internets with the laptop on my, well, lap. Many can attest to this … having woken me up on returning from the post race parties. Finding time to ride a bike during a World Cup week – which includes travel to or from an event to the next – is just not possible. And do you know hard it is to watch people ride all day and not be able to ride yourself?

Karen and my life together was pretty much cemented when we rode mountain bikes together a few weeks into our new relationship in ’94 and this has also suffered with our conflicting lifestyles – how can you ride with your partner when they are on the other side of the world? Or you are shattered from jet lag and workload and she has to go teach at 7am? And now with Molly riding bikes the complexity is tripled.

After all that doom and gloom – the plus side, I’m not leaving MTB or photography. How could I? In fact after watching the racing this weekend I was seriously doubting my decision – much as I have for the last 7 or 8 months – thats how long I have been mulling this over – or in the World Cup timeline – since Val di Sole last year . One day this way, one day that. But I know I have made the right decision to work for the good people at Santa Cruz Bicycles.

I have so many people to thank for the friendships, belief & support over the years – without all of you this would have never been possible. There are too many to mention, and if I forget someone or something please don’t take umbrage – I am having a tough time as it is wrestling with all this and a hangover! But I’m going to try – in some semblance of  order from the early days to now:

Greg Minnaar for a friendship that started 25 years ago here in Pietermaritzburg – it seems fitting that your amazing win here was the best way to bow out – One Life;

Martin Whiteley for my first proper press pass and so much more;

Mark Dawson and Malcolm Fearon for teaching me everything I know about World Cup photography which comes nowhere near how much they know;

Bobby Behan & the Specialized crew for years of support, laughs & adventures;

Shawn Spomer for the creative freedom of first littermag and then VitalMTB – other than the actual World Cup races I think i will miss doing the slideshows the most;

Mark Maurissen, Carla and the Genk massive for welcoming me to sunny Belgium like a long lost family member year in, year out;

Sven Martin for being the raging yang to my sober ying – the consummate competitor, hustler, friend, rival, colleague, alter ego;

all my clients over the years: Santa Cruz, Specialized, SRAM, UCI, Fox Racing Shox, Fox, Giant, Trek, GT, Morewood, Scott, Mondraker, Oakley, Iron Horse, Lizard Skins, Michelin, Royal, THE, Sunn and the list goes on;

all the magazine editors who have made my life hell with deadlines minutes after the last rider has crossed the line at what seems to be every World Cup and turning all those errant pixels into a beautiful tangible product;

Victor Lucas – for not only being the most gifted Irishman to take up a camera but also for the tremendous insight that places me in a tradeshow booth in 10 years handing out flyers for event photography or oval 36 inch wheels or the like;

my fellow photographers on the circuit – and there’s a lot you – seeing the quality of work produced each week makes me happy in the knowledge that the sport is in good hands – seeing the shots I missed or would have loved to have taken drives me to try harder each week;

the videographers – those of you driving the amazing new chapter in the coverage of the sport – RED cameras FTW;

all the racers, the mechanics and support staff – how you folks do your job dictates how my images turn out – without your style, passion & belief in this sport none of this would be possible;

the internets, the fans of the sport, fans of photography, the haters, the competitors;

Andres Jaramillo for stepping up to the plate to shoot for flipper this year;

Rob Roskopp & Mick Ferrentino & all at Santa Cruz Bicycles for the next chapter;

and last but definitely not least Karen & Molly for having the love to allow me to follow the sport the I love.

1000 plus words and not one picture … hmmm. Well you’re only as good as your last photo.

Sven & I leaving the press room last night after World Cup #1

To paraphrase Lou Gehrig:

… ” today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I have been at *World Cups for 11* years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.
Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn’t consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day?”



Riding in the new year

Where did 2011 go? For me all over the place – with World Cups, World Champs and various other events and photo-related travel around the world! Who knew a simple bike could take you that far. But at the end of all the chaos of travel it was good to spend the last few days of the year away from twitter, Facebook, the internets and even the now not-so-humble cellular telephone. Up in the foothills of the Drakensberg mountains with family and friends where the digital world can’t get at you.

So thanks to Tom, Jackie, Jasper, Charlotte, Andre, Timiny and of course Karen and Molly for a new year’s to remember … even though we only made it to 1030pm after 3 days of epic bundu-bashing mtb rides.


4x4 only to the destination


Skids really are for kids!


Big sky country

Big sky country


Schmoosza and Jacx


The obligatory silhouette


Epic rides just like the old days

Epic rides just like the old days


Stormy skies


Santa Cruz Blur TRc in repose


Rolling hills


Last Duvel of 2011


Before and after the Berg trip Karen and myself been riding all the good stuff that the Pietermaritzburg and environs have to offer … Hilton, Karkloof, Ferncliffe and we’ve been joined by a couple of friends from way back in the earliest days of MTB in SA – Patrick Morewood and Mike Van Zyl. Plus i’ve been able to squeeze in the local road loops early in the morning with my dad.


Fabulous Cedara


Riding reward


World Cup singletrack


And then on the 2nd of January, we completed another edition of the Karen Dallimore birthday ride … something we’ve managed to do for about 10 years now i think. Mike joined us again for this – the Karkloof edition.


Karen & Mike @ Karkloof Falls


Karen & Mike @ Karkloof Falls


Mike @ Karkloof


So thanks to all that made 2011 all it could be and as much fun as is possible when standing up to your knees in mud at the side of some hill in a far-flung land. Here’s to 2012 – may all your rides be fulfilling and soul-enriching. Be it to the corner shop, the other side of the world or between the tape against yourself and the clock!


Some Zebra & a Lion (park)

I trust the Xmas festivities, feasting and family time treated you all well … we had a full house of 16 at ours! Fun times. Karen, Molly and I did a quick lap around the neighbourhood delivering presents to long time family friends – not recorded on the Strava App for the challenge – who knows those 2 kilometres might be needed later!


Xmas day ride with Molly


I also snuck in a quick 1 hour burn just after the present unwrapping frenzy on Xmas day while everyone at home had a pre-feast sleep. Another go up Polly Shortts and Little Pollys. It was pretty warm – 33C or so but stood me in good stead for the feasting that followed.


Little Pollys looms


Mad dogs & englishmen


Boxing Day followed, and perhaps after too much food and cheer the day before, my Dad – Chris – & I had agreed to go on a early morning ride with cousin Ryan – the muscles from Maritzburg. This would be his second proper bike ride – the first – from Durban to Pietermaritzburg – ended with a forlorn phone call about 25km from home after he misjudged the effort needed to ride a single speed from sea level to 880 m over 90km! So we kitted him out and at 550am we set off for the Lion Park. 40km later and he had learnt a few lessons on pacing – or how to go slow from me, and some un-cleating fundamentals from Chris. We saw zebra en route and some impala – always a thrill on a road ride.


Chris on the front


Ryan @ Lion Park


Zebra en route


Next up was family time at my brothers for the cousins to catch up. So Karen & I just managed to squeeze in a late afternoon MTB ride with Patrick Morewood of PYGA Industries. We all know Patrick has been building a new bike … but what we weren’t to know was that this would be its maiden voyage! In the glorious singletrack of the Hiton/Cedara forests Pat took his first pedal strokes on his new baby! And I got to have a couple of goes myself! While I can’t take specifics at this stage I can tell it looks good, rides great and has big wheels! Its always a privilege to see a first time ride of a new bike … and to see the guy who built it go for that first ride is even sweeter!


Patrick's first ride on his new ride


A few brandy and ginger beers followed back at Patrick’s and in the spirit of the spirits, I agreed to do a long ride in the morning with my Dad. 51km around the Dardanelles with an extra little loop down to the Lion Park again. Its always great to ride with my Dad … he’s the one who got me into cycling and his love for riding a bike has not diminished after all these years. And what’s best is at 68 he can still drop me on the rollers around the back of the loop … big ring Chris!


Big ring Chris


King of the Mountains ... not likely


So another few days have passed on the challenge, I’ve had good family time, great riding time, with 6 rides in 4 days – and even caught up with an old mate as he dives headlong into a new revitalised career. Fun times.

More to come …


Back to my roots

Twas the night before Xmas and all that … but its been a crazy and fun few days getting into the Xmas spirit and away from Cape Town to Pietermaritzburg. We started off with a ‘quick’ road trip to Vermaaklikheid for rope swings, bike rides, marshmallows and all that goes with that …

With Cape Town in the rear view mirror we head off ...


Sunset rope swings


Marshmallows for dessert


I, however, ended up being tethered to the toilet with a virulent, but thankfully 24 hour, bug! Not a great start. But thankfully it passed … literally and figuratively! Anyway, 3am Friday we’re back on the road for the long haul north to PMB. Taking the back roads makes the journey so much better – you see so much more of the country and even fewer cars!


Back on the road


Molly stickers up the FunBus


Pietermaritzburg is where i grew up, sort of attended high school and fell in love with bike riding. The combination of rolling hills of tarmac and forest tracks as far as the eye can see make this the place to be for avid riders. It never fails to thrill me to head back on old trails or asphalt routes and see the formative bumps, roots and twists and turns that only familiarty can breed. No contempt here … just super fond memories.

I’m trying to take part in an online festive season challenge called the Rapha Festive 500 – basically you have to ride 500 kilometres from the 23 to 31 December. Well day 1 was spent driving the FunBus to PMB – 14 hours and some change with stops. So day 2 would be tough but had to be done or else i’d lose another day – best thing for it – two rides! One tar, one dirt.

The Dardanelles is a fairly well known loop heading out towards Richmond then back to Cato Ridge and finishing up Polly Shorts – made famous by the Comrades Marathon. I think i rode this loop for the first time somewhere around 1990 … back when Giro Air Attack helmets were the rage. 44 kilometres of rolling hills make it a great loosener and i really needed it.


Flat snake .. size 43 shoes for comparison


The highest point of the Comrades en route to Polly Shorts


Kilos rolling by ... and hopefully off


A splattering of road grit for the Northern hemisphere readers


Next up was a great MTB ride in the forests of Hilton … a place where I started to ride a mountainbike proper. Also the early ’90s but its amazing how the tracks are embedded in your memory. Yes some of the routes have changed, but the overall feel of the place has remained unchanged through all the years. Its amazing … and a thick pea soup mist sure added to the ambience!


Moody trails

Karen in the mist


Feeling like a kid again


So two rides in one day … must be Xmas! Next up the real thing. Happy holidays to you and yours!


khwela intaba*

So we had our second trial run/experiment for the mate’s races, funduro, enduro what have you this weekend. But before we get the nitty gritty – here’s some background.

We all like riding bikes, we all like pushing ourselves on singletrack and unknown trials & we all like to race our mates. So why not combine all those aspects. We’re not doing anything new, just bringing in a few aspects from other types and styles of races and also not limiting ourselves to one discipline. Well actually that’s not true – we are limiting it – to mountain biking! It’s true that the sport has diversified over the years and grown so far from it roots in some respects that its at times maddening to see and at the same hugely gratifying that our little sport is growing up. Its pretty fair to say that at times riding a mountain bike and being a mountain biker are sometimes not one and the same. And maybe cos we’re old skool we all harken back to the those early days where you arrived at a race with one bike and did all disciplines on the same steed – from hill climb, to downhill, XC, bike polo, slalom, you name it. Hence the idea of creating a type of racing that is flexible, varied, challenging and at the top of the list – fun!

Currently its early days – so we are working out the kinks in terms of setup – timing, transitions, liaisons etc. But judging by the grins and whoops at the end of the stages it seems to be working. The idea is get it going nationwide too … but its early days yet.

Sunday’s event had just 2 stages – one from the very top of Jonkershoek – above the saddle and down to the DH and ending near the gate – a 1 hour 45 or so climb and a 10 minute descent! The second stage was a nice technical singletrack on a much gentler slope – so a good mix – not favouring one rider or bike.

Results? Who knows. Someone rode of with our start sheet – but we’ll get them up somewhere soon. But for now the winners are the trails – all the monies raised go straight back into building and maintaining trails.

The view from the top during Monday's route recce


Pre-ride fettling and grandstanding


You can't have 10 minutes of descending without some climbing ...


Or even some pushing ...


The Ace of Spades


View from the top


Another view from the top ... of the way down


Myles' death grip finger after stage 1


Stage 2 with the start of Stage 1 visible at the very top right


Savage sprints for the line


Last turns


Andrew Neethling



MTB Heaven


Pin cushions


Tired but happy ...


* As best as I can translate to Xhosa khwela intaba means ride the mountain. and as best as i can do to come up with a title for this.

Exercising the demons

Got a bee in my bonnet to do a long ride today … started at 9am ended at 3pm. Granted I stopped for two cappuccinos at Dario’s in Hout Bay with Tim. But other than that 30/40 minutes the rest of the time was on the bike or taking photos. This justification is mainly for Karen who doesn’t believe i spent that time on the road.

Oh well, as they say a pictures worth a few words. So here’s a smattering of the day’s views. Spoiler – it was a peach of day.

Partridge Point

Half way ... 2.5 hours in


Misty Cliffs

Misty Cliffs approaching crayfish factory


Chapmans Peak

Chapmans Peak


Second whale of the day

Second whale of the day off Long Beach in there somewhere


Hout Bay from Chapmans Peak

Hout Bay from Chapmans Peak


Saw lots of this view

Saw lots of this view


Cross training

After the ride we did some family cross training in Newlands forest


All in all a fun day.

A weekend away

So last weekend was the Eselfontein Festival in Ceres … on one of the Western Cape’s hidden gems. Its a network of trails that I’m always surprised we don’t ride more … its full of seriously sinous, and almost sensual, singletrack.

With grandparents and babysitters arranged, Karen, Jackie, Tom, Tienie and myself decided to have a weekend away of just adults and bikes – some would say later on the first evening – just bikes. And the ecohuts at Eselfontein are a rad getaway. Daniel and Louise from iRideAfrica joined us for festivities on friday night .. and boy were there some festivities. So much so that somehow come Saturday morning I found myself on the start line of the 70km with all the racing snakes! Thankfully, I’m aware of my limitations, and lack of training and fitness after 6 months on the road following the World Cup circuit. I didn’t have lofty goals – just to finish & not to finish last. 2nd last was perfectly acceptable. Just not last. Tienie took care of that placing!

Off goes the gun and 5 hours 30 minutes later of revelling in singletrack bliss, cursing at the seemingly endless climbs and swearing out loud at the headwind on the last stretch added in to make up distance which is de rigeur for race organisers i crossed the line a happy camper. The Santa Cruz Bicycles Blur TRc never missed a beat … is it possible to fall in love with carbon fibre as opposed to carbon-based life form? Cos we’re getting pretty close.

Anyway, turns out I was better than expected – 5th last … perfectly acceptable!

And whats better – we did all the fun singletrack again the next day! What a weekend.

Here’s a couple of pics i managed to take when I managed to go from oxygen bankruptcy into plain old oxygen debt.


Ready & Waiting

Ready & Waiting


Accommodation for the weekend

Accommodation & rides for the weekend


Suds, singletrack & sunset

Suds, singletrack & sunset!


The village idiot?

The village idiot or the village bike?


The best way to wake up

The best way to wake up


Two kinds of flow

Two kinds of flow


Blur TRc at top of the trail

Blur TRc at top of the trail


70km later

70km later




The morning ride

The morning ride … there is something magical about being out on your own in the morning watching others head to work. Granted there are risks, like being someone trying to use you as a berm while overtaking up the first blind corner on Chapmans Peak while you are doing about 60kph coming down it … but once they have shat you out for the audacity/jealousy/selfishness of going out on a morning ride and being on your side of the road when they want to break the law then its all as it should be. As someone wise once said, its a beautiful day, watch some c*nt spoil it!

But hey, i’m over it, no skin lost, no carbon shards protruding and no blue Ford Bantam bakkie CY number plates with blood stains on it.

Here’s a quick pick selection of this mornings view.

Ride Time: 2h10.
Ride: Camps Bay – Hout Bay – over Chapmans and back.




Noordhoek / Long Beach

Noordhoek / Long Beach


Chapmans Peak

Chapmans Peak

Hout Bay

Reflections of Hout Bay

Sweat it out

Sweat it out


60 up Suikerbossie? Not bloody likely




Lions Head over Camps Bay

Lions Head








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