Dropped Mandy's bike off just now. Riding over Ou Kaapse weg was challenging: about 2m visibility, wet mist clouding up my visor, and a lunatic woman in a white Corsa sitting right on my ass (~15 cm behind me). I don't understand motorists like that? What the hell is she planning on doing if I have to stop suddenly?
The ride reminded me of the long Sunday ride with Riel. One of the passes (I forget which one) was one of the most terrifying rides I've ever experienced. The conditions were much like this, with the difference that the road was winding up the side of an extremely long drop, it was the first time I had seen the road and had no foreknowledge of its layout, and I was trying to keep up with iron-butt-Riel.
But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Damn, I miss my bike.
Posted at 06:19 PM