Saturday 29th May 2010
Area: Nieuwoudtville
Riders Geoff Russell, Andyman and Herman (Geoff's internet date)
The bikes:
This time I was early, not a very usual thing for me.
The instruction said,
“Meet at my house, 07H15 for an early start, the boss.”
On Friday night, between Absolute Rugby and Absolute Formula 1, I prepared for the early start.
This means a simple process of loading the pockets of my safety gear with items from a list and loading items onto my bike from another list.
All items come out of shelves in the garage, annoyingly (to my family) neatly stowed in racks in my bike specific side of the garage.
With preparations done, I loaded the route to Geoff’s house on the GPS, charged the bike-cam and mobile phone and went to bed.
At 06H00 exactly I departed fully prepared and while fuelling up down the road, kicked myself for forgetting my snap-shot camera.
The cold was there too. as little as 1 degree of it!
You have no idea how much I enjoy leaving the village on a bike prep’d for a sortie. Even if I do this three times a month, that feeling of Freedom and adventure feels just like it did the first time.
Even better because after three yrs, I have accumulated the right gear of the right quality.
I’m off on an adventure.
After a cup of coffee and rusks at Geoff’s the two of us left at 07H02. Temp 1ºC
Geoff led to the N7, so close to his house it’s almost unfair. No wonder he makes /Engen Swartland his start points.
Bastard!
It’s on his back doorstep!
As we ride the cold insinuates its merciless way chilling to the marrow.
Heated grips may keep hands warm, but thumbs get icy.
It takes me a while to figure that Geoff’s slow speed of 105kph - Yes 1-0-5 - is deliberate to arrive at 08H00 pronto at the Moorreesburg weighbridge and his rendezvous with #3, his internet date, only known as Herman.
I wondered at the wisdom here, did he not listen to his mother?
Internet dating is dodgy most of the time.
But apparently Herman contacted Geoff offering fresh intel when he read on the internet of the BMW club’s planned ride to the Nieuwoudtville area in June.
Geoff recce’s roads before trips and so invited Herman.
I come along as plaster-bearer and toolbox.
We approached the RV point at 07H59 and there was H, astride a 2007 spec 1200GS, the butts on the ground evidence that he was reliably early, a sign that impresses the hoofseun.
And we’re off.
Andyman riding TEC (Tail end Charlie) or cambian (sweep).
But I’m also the undisputed king of overtaking with no real competition yet found, it’s not too long and an opportunity I simply cannot resist raises its evil head - while H is still debating the wisdom of making an overtake move on a semi, I felt the Devil’s spur nudge my ribs and I was gone, - like a rat out of an aqueduct- passed Herman and passed the semi and back in the lane with at least 2 metres to spare as the oncoming driver took a wake-up call.
Herman, who up to then had been keeping a very generous following distance to hoofseun, nodded his head, saw how we ride- tucked in close formaiton- and responded in kind.
I was tucked in on Geoff’s 7, Herman soon took up on my 5, just metres off me and we rode in tight formation, bonded in our love of adventure biking, kindred spirits, flying to Klawer. Soon Herman was also very boldly overtaking and three bikes became one. I had the camera mounted on the right crash bar and got some excellent footage of formation flying.
With Green day and Peter Gabriel serenading me in my headset I was seduced by the early monirng smells of freshly tilled soil, wet heather, and fynbos. Does it get any better?
Over a Wimpy brekkie in Klawer, we got to know Herman better, he us, and we were content. I re-set the camera into its helmut mount.
Some 20 clicks North we hooked off the N7, right on the R27, dirt and the ritual of tyre pressure prep took place.
Riding tec, I was in seventh heaven.
Y’see as tec, you have a relaxed office,
no ‘buddy’ to watch for on your 6, no route decisions to make,
stop when bike in front stops, go when that bike moves off. You have time to slip into thunk without feeling guilty, or letting the team code down.
The dirt trip
The area had enjoyed heavy rain recently.
Soon we were on farm roads, off the R’s (R27, R364) & we had gates.
The order of the day was to cope with standing water, wet sandveld, rivers, wash-aways, mud, snot ruts, ruts, more ruts and lots of technical riding.
Some roads had been made treacherous by recent agricultural traffic, leaving deep the ruts, churned up mud and all irregular as they had evidently slipped and slid around in the snot quite a bit.
It was soon clear why I was very relaxed; because Herman was extremely competent and was well bonded with his GS.
I had no worries or responsibilities.
I did not find myself mentally going over emergency medical management or planning my moves from " ‘get koki', start the stop-watch, assign a messenger, unload the kit, take vital signs and the sort of stuff I do on group trips.
I was a bit frustrated in the technical stuff sometines, suppose Herman was too, because with three different models we all had different gearing so I was toggling from 4 to 3 to 2 and back again very often to avoid overunning the bike ahead.
I ride fast through sand and snot because my bike is so heavy and speed is stable. So I'd slack off then give it a burts through snot noly to run up close to Herman.
I was faintly & pleasantly surprised to find my camera discipline was now instinctive and I was taking 1 min to 3 minute shoots with no conscious thought. Having a vid-cam in the office is relatively new to me, so I’ve been having to give it lots of mental input recently.
Nothing is more boring than watching ten mins of the same riding film at a time later.
We made very few stops, no surprise on a Geoff trip, he does not easily indulge in “Wow” moments or “Kodak” moments. Tending more to stick with the business of chasing his destiny.
Which was a pity as names like “Oorlogs Kloof” and “Driekop Sloote” beg you to stop and look around the Gifberge a bit more.
We rode in the close formation some consider reckless and dangerous. And yes it bloody well is, but what the F, when you know your wingmans skills and you know their comfort zone and you have the skills too, you remove a lot of the danger element from the job.
All in all the pace was good, the terrain was tricky because of the water.
At one 7 second stop, Geoff did comment that if it had been dry, we would have been struggling through typical Sandveld beach sand. How true, how true!
I lost count of the number of farm gates we stopped to open/close, half of which were open, but we soon had a routine of leader stopping to open the gate, #2 going through and dismounting to close it after #1 & #3 were through then the catch-up chase back to the group, often enough to find the next gate round the next bend.
Sheep were a constant problem. Unpredictable. Emergency stop maneuvers were not uncommon as we took evasive action.
At one point two sheep ran heavily straight into my right side, Bike escaped 6-love. I saw the brown one jump back up and run off, but the white one seemed to move much slower. I stopped at the next opstal but there was no one around to report it to.
We had climbed through klowe and passes and down again and up again through the most awesome scenery, fantastic vistas from up top and mesas all around, tall, majestic and long.
We crossed countless rivers, many times the road was the river.
Herman bucked his front tyre off the bead and lost all pressure, but we soon pumped it up and were off again.
Andyman buys a huge farm.
At midday+48, I closed a gate and mounted, toggled the ‘record’ key, stood up and let the clutch out. Skimming across the surface I had the benefit of the spoor of the bikes ahead as a tell tale of the road surface stability. Footage shows we were the only traffic in recent days. a normal day in the office.
Using the spoor as my guide to road consistency I was soon at 90, then 100 kph, reading the tracks of the two bikes and adjusting my line to optimise on their story.
Jumping wash-aways I was glad I’d set my pre-load on both front and back suspension to harder than normal.
And then trees, many trees and close to the road.
Rounding a bend was a long wash-away, then a river, then a big mud patch. I saw one spoor leave the road and go into the veld, the other go through, wiggle waggle desperately and then recover and keep going.
Geoff was stopping, a sure sign of clear and present danger.
I dumped some speed, dropped a gear and then committed.
How could I know he was urgently dismounting to warn me.
Too late. I was down hard. Very HARD! - Catastrophic dynamic roll-over!
I remember seeing a huge sign “Farm for SALE” written in mud.
Thankfully, the soundtrack and footage shows I never slacked off and never looked down.
Now in the world of bikers, that’s a huge pride issue, if you look down you go down. do not panic.
Everything went very quiet.
I was very sore. My world was very dark. I could not see.
I knew if I saw someone in a white jacket it would either be a doctor or Saint Peter.
I knew I was not dead as I had not seen my arsehole and I understamd thats the last thing you see when killed by a sudden fall as it goes through your brain!
Then I heard Geoff tending to the bike, switching the ignition off, looking for damage and soon he would come to me.
He was muttering about how medics and mechanics ought not to become patients, and were bloody idiots if they did.
He asked me to lie still as my helmut was full of mud.
Relieved, I undid it and removed it and he sluiced my eyes clean.
The right pot had gouged a deep track, and my windscreen extension was in three pieces. The bike went down on the RHS and slid, it did not jump up and fall again and again.
We righted the bike, made an inspection and, as expected, there was nothing to report.
Three minutes later, I was back in the saddle, and ready to roll.
Herman had come back, true to blood to see what the delay was as his next gate was not far off.
Instinct told him what to expect and he was relieved to find us about to move off again.
When you look at the way I fell, the speed and the impact of been thrown, you gotta love safety gear.
Apart from a sore right bum, I was in no discomfort and off we went.
I did not bother to refit the camera to helmut, we seemed to need to make up time.
Soon we turned South again, heading for the Moedverloor road. Gates, gates and more gates. I asked Geoff to hold up a mo so we could eat and Herman was dying for a smoke. I dug into my medical kit and soon was chewing painkillers like peppermints. My right hip was now cold and stiff and it affected my riding.
I was getting dodgy into left handers (my Achilles heel on dirt)
After 3 minutes (no lies) Geoff announced it was 69 kilos to Clan William. Then he remade his announcement again in Afrikaans.
This in Geoff speak means – “We’ve run out of time, we need to get moving, not taking prisoners. Andy don’t’ delay at gates, just ride through”
I understand Geoff-speak so translated for Herman.
After all, We needed to be at a TV to watch the Stormers beat shit out of the Blue Bulls in the Epic Super 14 clash in Orlando stadium at 17H00.
I got going, stealing a few moments here and there on the hoof to program my GPS for various towns to see where we’d be at 17H00 kick-off time.
The chase was on, the painkillers were on overtime, the sugar rush was in my blood and the 1150GSA was unstoppable.
I led the pack those fast 69k’s into Clanwilliam.
I’m angry that tar roads had encroached on our dirt right up to Engelsman se graf.
We pumped fuel and tyres and then I was tec again, Geoff was not taking prisoners.
My GPS testifies that we ran the road to Moorreesberg in 40 minutes.
err, ....that’s normally a 70 minute trip.
Geoff tore off home, I retired to Herman’s house in Riebeek Kasteel a good few minutes before kick-off to watch the Stormers lose to a much better team.
My oath the Bulls were good!
Then the ride home, 180 kilos away was more relaxed as I basked in the memories of a really eventful day, mentally rolling back the film of all those ravines, gullies, mountains, passes, open veld and many many side roads, all begging to be ridden.
Another time… I will be back.
Herman is a huge bloke, a lovely slow platteland drawl, rolls his ‘r’s & with a sense of humour as dry as the Karoo and a very capable wingman. But he needs more smoke breaks or he won’t ride with Geoff in a hurry.
Highs – definitely the fantastic scenery.
Low’s- definitely having a clock to chase. Bad form, bad form.
Nice report Andy. I moved it out of the 'Trip Planning' section into the 'Trip Reports' section for you - when you create a trip report, choose 'Trip Report' from the 'create content' menu - not 'Forum topic'.
I did not find any spelling mistakes - apart from from 'helmet' - perhaps because you typed it up on a computer instead of your cellphone - nice .
I am jealous and would have loved to come with for the training for the GS Trophy - but remember now that Mr.Badger is at Atlantic getting bearings replaced etc. I also spent Saturday in the wet - paddling some laps on Sandvlei in my K1 to build core stamina...
Thanks for writing this Andy you preempted me!
A delightful ride indeed with some of the best terrain and scenery I have experienced in ages.
Despite all the "off road" riding we did the most dangerous by far were the never ending "RUTS" in the road caused by all forms of vehicles riding on the wet muddy roads and making deep "grooves" (ruts) that dry out and make for really dangerous riding on a 2 wheel machine.
Signs are good for a really enjoyable ride this coming weekend.
Can't wait.
NIce trip report boys!!!!!!!!!!!
However I was wondering how you could have possibly passed me over by NOT inviting me to join you on this fab trip.
Please think of me next time.
THANKS
I have the most amazing footage and an awesome shoot of my farm purchase. I'll ask Pete the Mann to edit out unnecessary stuff and post it to the web and youtube.
My brand new L for E lego suite tore its seems apart in the right shoulder, but Hell man, I only had a bent hip to show for it.
Neck brace was comfortable throughout and never felt my head or neck snap out at all.
Thanks Geoff and Andy it was a good trip and I join you on your next one. It was nice to meet you and to ride with you.
Herman
Thanks to you Herman, and thanks for the hospitality, letting me drop into your pad to watch the rugby.
Was good riding with you, look forward to the next one, we must just wangle you a few more smoke breaks.
Nice report Andy.
Who said one can't bring colour to a dirt road.
Looks Like lots of Fun.
Russ im sure they will invite you next time
More Pics please
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Why did I go down?
The fact that my fall was so sudden and immediate has vexed me.
Why did I go down so suddenly, so violently?
What are the dynamics and what to do next time.
Exactly a year ago on our 11-day Trip-to-Anywhere, Annie had a grand stand view of an identical event in mud as I was thrown violently by Rommel in mud.
But there’s an easy and ready explanation to it.
Knowing what that is, I can in future be more in control of my environment and maybe prevent such a catastrophic roll-over.
But on Saturday I thought I did everything right.
I was standing, I was looking up already.
I did All my training told me to do.
I opened my legs, lifted my elbows (to facilitate maximum suspension)
I kept looking up, that’s instinctive and I think I opened the throttle ever so slightly.
I called my guru, Captain oh my Captain, Leon husband to luscious Liezl, and as I went through my motions he immediately understood and told me what it was that threw me.
I threw myself off the bike.
This is as boxer motor issue, so only BMW boxer specific.
When you open the throttle in mud or snot, the front wheel, with no traction or resistances kicks-out to the left.
It only needs to slip one centimeter and it will throw you.
The trick is to keep neutral weight distribution front to rear – do not shift aft as in sand.
Keep neutral speed right through- don’t increase or decrease engine revs.
Do the rest- look up, stand up, open up knees and ride it out, and oh yes-
If you have a choice, choose a line on the lowest part so gravity is not any more your enemy then it already is.
Don’t believe me?
Ok, before pulling off next time you ride, standing astride your idling bike, in neutral, twist the throttle wide open and you’ll feel the bike pressure on your right thigh as it twists to the right.
Which means the front wheel is twisting left.
You can try this trick at home without parental guidance.
Catastrophic dynamic rollover. That’s what we call it in aviation terms.
It is Sir Isaac newton's Third law of Motion.
To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
When the spitfire came out with the Griffin engine in ’42, a few fell violently to the ground shortly upon take-off. The Griffin with four prop blades on a Spitfire developed so much torque that as the pilot opened the throttle, the clawing prop spinning this way, the plane twisted the other way. And as speed was low, the aerodynamics were not enough yet to hold her level..
This caused the wing tip to touch the ground with violent and disastrous results.
In fact I understand this is how one of our few flyable Spitfires in SA was damaged cat II in just such a dynamic roll-over event on take off. It was written off.
Soon as they understood dynamic roll-over they countered the effect by applying opposite aileron to ‘twist’ the plane counter to the prop rotation & left rudder, and no more accidents. the nett result was a straight n level climb out.
So next time I see mud ahead, I’ll use this knowledge powerfully well to keep the rubber side down by maintaining status, neutral balance and looking for the lowest part.
Of course the 650GS, 800GS and KTM’s don’t suffer dynamic roll-over when opening the throttle.
I just wish I could have taken more opcks. I'd left my Samsung happy snap digi cam at home which is what I usually use for pics on the hoof.
The terrain was just to tech to risk holding the Nokia N97 and taking pics on the move and there were no stops. Unless to pen a gate or close a gate.
Ah the expert opinions..................!!!!
All wrong of course!
My way is the only way :-
Approach mud
Choose line
Look up
Throttle steady
Close eyes tightly
Scream at the top of your voice
Open eyes
If you made it the bike is still moving and standing upright
If you didn't you and the bike will be lying on one side
But the real trick is to find an alternate route
This advice comes from years of experience!
This from an "expert" who fell off 9 times in one day in "snot modder" on the Wild Coast. One of which was a classic at about 80kph when the bike just washed away on the slightest of curves causing the bike and I to slide for a loooong way in the mud.
Not a pretty site when I got up!!!
You forgot a trick there Geoff (but it is one you cannot do yourself):
Loved the report, thanks Andy
Geoff, that's exactly what I do when I see mud!! How did you know?
Although sometimes I throw a little tantrum, followed by some tears :o)
We live in the land of the winter rains. Mud is part of my weekend now until mid September.
So I'll be able to to let you know.
Well, the BMW boxer motor turns antri-clockwise (if u r siiting astride and looking forward).
it turns from right to left.
Hence the bike tends to turn left to right when you open the throttle wide,
Thanks Andyman , I really enjoyed reading this report , thanks for posting
Just to let everyone know. We had a small memorial service there on Sunday morning at the same spot we Andy fell. Geoff made sure we saw all the ground Andy pursued in buying. The farmer was reluctant to let it go.
We beginners went through with the greatest care and tried not to disturb any of the markings. This was to educate the next lot off beginners coming through of how not to fall of in mud.
On a serious note. This incident showed that a split second can take any rider off even the experience ones and we must always wear the right kit and make ourselves aware of the terrain we ride in.
Make sure you always ride in a buddy system and never alone. Carry a toolkit if you can.
Lekker gelees dankie - ek hou van julle, maar ek gaan nie saam met julle twee alleen nie!
I'm certain that most falls in mud simply have a lot to do with gravity. Now thats my professional opinion and I'm sticking to it.
Whers the next adventure??