Only 2 weeks left!

We were talking yesterday and someone commented that we only have 2 weeks left. It's bizarre. Been at it for nearly 2 weeks and just less than 2 to go. Our world on this race is just ride, ride, ride. Nothing existed before and nothing ahead except for getting to Paarl. Then normal life can once again commence!!!

Day 12 Grootvlakte -Van de Venterskraal - Toekomst

125km Just short of 12 hours.
Got off to a grubby start slogging through mud. Took us 3 hours to cover the 20km's to the start of the Struishoek portage. The race leaders got lost there a few days ago and apparently took 9 hours to get off the mountain. We took our time getting our bearings and hit the "track" first time and got off in just under 90 minutes. Track is a kind description of the well concealed rocky rabbit trail down the mountain. Having made good time we headed off to Van de Venterskraal, inhaled a plate of food and set off for Toekomst. We expected a quick dull ride but had an amazing ride through a river valley hemmed in by towering mountains. Riding past buck and giraffe as the sun was setting was magic. The splendour of it defies description. Farmers are increasingly turning from traditional stock farming to game farming. As we pedal along we are aware of the good condition of the veld and the amount of game to be seen. Today was a really good ride. We are now being made welcome by our hosts Philip and Lisa Henderson. The first 5 cups of tea just about satisfied me.

Questions about the race.

I have received a few questions from people following the race on the internet. I will go through a few of them and give my perspective based on my experiences and the riders around me.

What is your typical day like?
We get up at 5, eat, dress, pack and aim to be on the road by 6 - first light is at about 06h30. We ride with lights until there is enough natural light. At the end of a days ride - just after sunset typically - we shower, eat, wash our clothes and prepare our bikes and get to bed around 8-9pm.

Are any of you guys suffering with saddle sores from all that riding?
Apart from some of the leaders I don't think any of the others are suffering from saddle sores. We make a point of keeping our clothing well laundered. We also also spend hours walking every day so are not in the saddle as much as the leaders. The leaders are also bombing through support stations and don't have the luxury of getting their washing sorted out like we do.

How do you know where to go?
We are given 1:150 000 maps showing basic roads, tracks and often very basic tracks(which may or may not exist) We also have a selection of 1:50 000 maps for the scratchy bits. Both of these show contour lines which are absolutely necessary for orienting yourself through tricky navigational sections. We also (not always) get narrative instructions, such as "Go past the brick structure and turning right head west until you intercept a track cutting across the mountain (approx 3 km)" The distances on the narratives are very approximate give or take a few km's. Some of the descriptions are laughable. For example "as you round the corner about 3km from the last junction, turn off right and crossing the stream make your way up the the village." Well the 3km was more like 4km. Crossing the stream means abseiling down a near vertical rock face some 50 metres high, wading through a river and scrambling out of the ravine to the village 1 km beyond. Straying from the official route is punishable by being confined to a support station for x number of daylight hours, the severity of which is decided by the race director.

Are you guys getting lots of punctures?
I am only aware of one puncture and it was a rider without tubeless tyres. Tubeless technology is amazing, you ride over thorns without a second thought. They pierce the tyre but it seals immediately and you just keep on riding.

Where do you stay?
We generally stay in farmhouses. Through the area that comprised the old Transkei around Matatiele we stayed in guest houses mostly catering for traditional cultural experiences. Many farms through consolidation of farms have spare homesteads that they have converted into guest houses or hunting lodges and we are accommodated there. In Vuvu we were fed in the local schools and then billeted out to stay in local families homes. I stayed in a mud brick house with a basic tin roof and creaky door and a rickety bed. It was comfortable and they gave us loads of warm fluffy blankets. Walkerbouts in Rhodes by comparison gave us thin inadequate blankets and no towels!

Any more questions you want answered just add a comment and they will be relayed to me. Have lost my MMS camera phone and updating via my cheap and nasty phone with SMS.

Day 11 - MZNP to Grootvlakte

62km, 4 hours.
We had a real good fun ride into the support station after a big climb out the back of the park.
We had to haul our bikes over the 8 foot electrified game fence and were relieved to find they had turned it off for us. After an exhilerating single track descent of about 700m in just a few km's we were like a bunch of school boys racing home, hence the good time. They moved us 12km further up the road but that didn't dampen our spirits.
We have done our first double up of the race and the 7 of us travelling together are all strong. We have ridden a conservative race thus far and apart from being caught in the heaviest snow seen around Molteno in many years we are less than 2 days behind the leaders. They have put themselves through the wringer to get where they are and we have been slow, steady and comfortable with no navigational errors so far.

Into the Mountain Zebra Park

52km 5 hours. Easy riding, route narrative a little scratchy.
having burgers for lunch and then hitting the road again to the next station.
Can tell we are in the Karoo because of the thorns. Measured an acacia thorn 4 inches long. These litter the ground and are going to put our puncture resistant tubeless tyre technology to the test.

Winter Wonderland, great if you are not on a bike!

Day 10 - Gunstelling to Elandsberg
106km 10 hours. Snowed overnight.
Rode the first 30km through virgin snow 2 - 4 inches thick, with occasional 6 inch patches.
Energy sapping and mentally exhausting.
Visually it is absolutely awesome but for riding it is almost the ultimate challenge. Your rear gear ices up and your hands and feet get unbelievably cold. (Try standing in ice water in one of those caterers tin bath thingies - that's pretty much what we went through today!)
Spent 6 hours grinding through snow and slush and then, fortunately, we were out of the snow and drizzle for the last 4 hours to tackle the final portage of the day.

Moments to remember

There are already so many special memories that have come from this race that should my race be over tomorrow it has already been an enriching experience.
- The time near Matatiele when a girl flagged me down and asked to ride my bike and then wobbled a few hundred metres down the road and almost managed to change gears.
- The brief stop to play around with some guys playing soccer.
- Sleeping in a mud brick house in Vuvu where the occupants had vacated their home for a night so that their guests could be comfortably looked after.
- The generosity of the people who let us invade their homes.
- Riding through snow - not on my list of things to do but memorable nonetheless.
The list is endless and we are only halfway to being done. This race touches those who set out to do it. We all agree that what started out as personal ambition has turned out to be about the broader experience.

Why this race is not like the "Cape Epic"

One of the riders doing the non competitive 6 day "Ride to Rhodes" asked me if I thought he could do the "Epic".
My answer was that if one could do "Ride to Rhodes" then one could manage the "Epic" on a unicycle. Obviously an exaggeration but was meant to highlight the absurdity of the comparison. Neither is for sissys.
The best way of describing the differences is to say that the "Epic" is a mountain bike race suitable for roadies, while the "Freedom Challenge" is more suited to adventure racers.
Self navigation and the terrain are marked differences resulting in much slower average speeds.
Which is better? Depends on how much leave you have!!

Day 10 - 27 June

Snowing all night and still snowing. Will attempt to route around mountain portage to Hofmeyer and then on to next stop. We will be dropping into the Karoo so hopefully out of the snow.
sms from Mike at 06:40 this morning.

Riding in the snow is not what it is cut out to be

Day 9 - Boschofskraal to Gunstelling.
Left at 6am when the temperature was 2 above zero, the warmest it was to be all day. An hour into the ride it started drizzling. 20 minutes later it had turned to light sleet. Within an hour it was snow and sleet driving right into us.
The snow and ice were packing up on my handlebars, the vents in my helmet and against my chest. My fingers were aching inspite of the fact that I had 3 sets of gloves on. The sleet was stinging my face and eyes. The countryside was being transformed into a postcard quality landscape.
I knew Jenny's Cottages was only 15km's up the road with the promise of shelter. Head down I fought against the head wind counting off the distance all the while my fingers growing colder. Finally riding into Jenny's we were welcomed into a beautiful setting. In the sheltered farmstead the snow flakes drifted lazily, settling on the tree branches. The pathway up to the house was layered with fresh undisturbed snow. We warmed up with tea, soup and sandwiches and sent out to fight on - thanks Jenny.
Within an hour the snow stopped and then we battled through the mud. Arrived just before dark to a warm welcome and a hot bath. Just heard it's started snowing again. Can't say it excites me!

Day 9 - Boschofskraal

123 km.
Arrived at 17h30. Less than 12 hours today but really tough.
Max temp was 2° and that was at 6am when I started!
It dropped to zero soon after and stayed there.
Rode into a snow storm. Hard grind. Visibility less than 100m.
Even with 3 pairs of gloves (surgical, woollen and washing up) hands and fingers froze.
Tired... Cold... Hungry...
sms from Mike

Day 8 - Rust de Winter to Boschofskraal

115km, 14 hours. Day started with 2 mountain portages.
Took 6 hours, that is considered good. The navigation in this race is crucial. You need to check and check again. One wrong choice can cost dearly.
The population density here is extremely low. You can travel for hours without seeing another person.
After our 6 hour portage we anticipated a relatively easy ride to the next support station, still about 70km's away. However, we didn't figure on a gale force wind.
At one stage we were walking down a hill because riding was too dangerous. One gust stopped us dead in our tracks and we had to lean hard into the wind to stop the wind pushing us backwards!
On the final few km's it got worse. While pushing the bike the wind blew the back end around completely behind me hitting my leg on the opposite side.
Forecast for tomorrow (day 9) is less wind but loads of rain. Not really the stuff fun is made of. Quote of the day is from Rohan. After coming down from the long mountain portage he commented "this really is not a route for recreational riders"!!!

Battling through the wind

Dordrecht heading to Boshofskraal.
Since just after lunch we have been riding in a very strong wind.
The weatherman predicted wind today of 55-65km/h, and he earned his dinner!
Earlier on while pushing my bike the wind blew my back tyre round - have left the road a couple of times because of the blustery wind.
Hope to get to the next stop in the next hour and a half....

Time takes on a new meaning

While on holiday many years ago we were sitting around in the late afternoon and someone asked "what’s the time?" The answer he got in return was "Wednesday, I think!" This pretty much sums up the attitude of the riders in this race. The important time is sunset.

After sunset the portages are impossible to get through. We then have to plan a later start for portages out of support stations, or really early ones to get to portages at first light and then into support stations before dark. This is the reason for the lead changing hands so often, because the placement of portages can trap people at the stations overnight allowing others to catch up.

Day 7 – Rhodes to Rust de Winter

Relatively easy day 112km, 2270m climb. 12 hours which included a 2 hour lunch at a homestead along the way. Weather cold and windy and worse expected. 4 riders who left Rhodes today got a good dose of tummy bug, myself included.
Kevin got it the worst and I believe he has stopped short of the final portage for the night.
One of the group took a wrong turn and arrived well after dark.
We arrived to find Adam at the support station. He was riding with Xolani but after following Xolani down a few wrong routes decided he would try it alone. Adam is amazing, no other word for it. He only started riding a bicycle 6 weeks before the start of the race!
Glen, affectionately referred to as "Forest" after spending the night as race leader after Day 1 sleeping on the forest floor, stayed back at Rhodes where he has been for a few days and I have heard he has withdrawn from the race because of ill health. He was billeted with us last night and really looked grim.
Today we had a few firsts. First little section of tar road for the last few hundred km’s and first stop since Day 1 to have electricity. Paraffin lamps do create a certain ambience but electric lights are more convenient for our normal rising time of between 4 and 5 in the morning.

Walkerbouts lowers the bar on service

At the end of a somewhat inadequate dinner, the rather overbearing proprietor of the above mentioned establishment made an inappropriately comical entry, and announced that breakfast would be served from 7.30. The latest we ever start a day's ride is at first light, and tomorrow we are planning a 5am start. When the race director asked if an earlier arrangement could be made, he turned his head to one side, and said: "I doubt it!"
Over the last few days we have trekked over poverty-stricken areas, and people have been incredibly generous and accomodating. Now when we get to a place that should be able to provide a high level of service, they just don't care!

The Onion Award to Mr Walker.

Day 6 - "Up Lehana"

Vuvu to Rhodes. About 53km, and 1520m of climbing. 1000m of that climbing was in the space of 7km. We had to traverse a range of mountains with no obvious route or tracks. It took our bunch 4 hours to get to the summit. The temperature wasn't particularly low but the high winds chilled us to the bone.
I struggled after only getting one hour's sleep the night before and the altitude of 2600m above sea level. At the top the streams are frozen. Stopped at a really top end lodge a few km's after going over. They welcomed us in for coffee, tea and biscuits following which we then rolled into Rhodes.
The "Welcome" at Walkerbouts Inn was in total contrast to the hospitality we have received along the route. They were unprepared.

Day 5 continued - Long walk to Vuvu

87km and about 2000m of ascent. At the 20km mark my front shock fell apart. So I tied my bike to my back pack and hauled the combined weight of nearly 20kg's off the mountains, a distance of 12km, taking me 4 hours to get to the low lands.
When I arrived at a mission station at 3.30pm the race director informed me that I still had 45km's to the support station. He had arranged somewhere for me to stay near the mission. I told him I would rather move ahead because the only obstacle ahead was a river crossing that I could make before nightfall.
I stuck my fork together with duct tape which meant that I could ride, but only slowly - not more than about 10km/h - because every time I hit a rock the wheel would abruptly change direction. I found the steering was a little more reliable when the handle bars were set at about 45 °. Even this was tricky as a jolt would still twist the wheel.
The road sufrace was rather bad in places so riding was often impossible. I arrived at the Vuvu at 10.30pm after 11 hours of walking/trickling down the road, giving me a total of 16 hours for the day.
When the shock broke at 11.00am I put in a call to Eben of West Rand Cycles in Johannesburg. He took the shock off his own bike and put it on a plane to Durban. He arranged for Mike of Leigh's Cycles in Durban to drive through and fit the shock. Mike arrived at midnight and had it sorted within an hour. So I went to bed knowing I could move on the next day.

Day 5 - Bike is getting its revenge!

After 4 days of carrying me all over the countryside, my bike has decided it's time to reverse the roles. The front fork has just crumpled up and fallen off the bike (Editor: This is at about 11:30 in the morning). I tried to make a plan, but but the wheel won't go where I want it to go. So I have no choice but to tie the bike to my back pack and start lugging it across the mountains. On a positive note, the closest road is 8km away, and the scenery overlooking the snow sprinkled mountains is magnificent. (This is only middle of day, expect a blog on the rest of day 5)

How not to dry your socks

This is a picture of the unsuccessful outcome of attempting to dry my socks. We were unable to do any laundry yesterday, so both pairs of socks in my bag got the treatment.My socks were still damp after hours hanging on the barb wire fence, so I hatched a cunning plan. The wood fire boiler was slowly cooling off, so I placed my socks on the tin sheet covering the chimney. Little did I know that someone would come around and toss on a forest's worth of wood to get it going again.By the time I realised the crackling sound I could hear was coming from the boiler fire, my socks were toast...

Day 4 - Through the frozen zone

About 65km. Riding time 6 hours. Official time will show 7 hours, but we stopped at Mariazell Mission just short of the support station to have a look around.Mission stations with the most beautiful churches are dotted across this part of the country. They are often of small cathedral standard, some with a history of over a hundred years.

Now back to the frozen zone:
We left Masakala support staion at 6h30 toward Mataliele a few km's away across a flood plain. The temperature kept dropping, finally settling at 6 below zero. We were squeeling like pigs, because while we have warm gloves, they are buried away in our backpacks. and they are so tightly packed that finding the gloves on the trail would have been a time-consuming exercise. Eventually we stopped and searched through our packs, and spent a long time trying to put them on with lifeless hands.

Today, while short, included a spectacular section that entailed dropping into a grass-covered plain and heading mearly 20km's using various cattle trails that cross it.The instructions on how to enter the plain were typically imprecise (meaning: every group entered it a sifferent way). All around we could see the various groupspicking their way through the tracks, finally converging on the same spot on the other side. All in all, a great day out! I'm now chilling (editor: haha, funny dad) at a support station overlooking mountain ranges lightly coated with snow.

Day 3 - "My body is revolting"

93km 1500m of climbing. Just over 10 hours. My body and mind are out of sync. Want to ride harder but the body won't hear of it. Expected this to happen around this time but it still isn't fun. After leaving early on Day 2 and making a complete hash of it we decided to head out of the overnight stop with the 'Ride to Rhodes' bunch and get through the first tricky portage through a vlei and over a ridge line. A distance of 12km expected to take about 2 hours. To cut a long story short we missed the bunch start and trailed behind. a position we defended all day. We expected it to be bitterly cold as it was already hovering just above zero when we arrived at 17h45 the evening before. Our room temperature overnight was 2 degrees. The vlei was spectacular. A recent burning left it black with the frost making it look like it had a light covering of sugar frosting. We crunched over frozen puddles and picked our way around partly frozen streams. The portage out of Ntsikeni is incredibly challenging but we got through. We, being Kevin Davie and I, who have travelled together from the start. He is the most delightful company.
I have had a few sms's today to let me know I made a brief appearnace on tv this afternoon on a short update on the race. It showed me brewing a cup of tea on my skottel sitting on the side of the road on Day 1.
Today we passed a soccer field with a bunch of guys playing with a football. I stopped and showed them how to execute a back flick which was followed by either jeers or cheers, couldn't distinguish which. Later on in a different village we came across a bunch of kids engaged in a game of cricket. I asked if I could join in and was handed the bat. I missed the first ball and was caught off the second. All good fun.

Questions we were asked along the way

Am currently slogging up yet another steep climb so I thought I could use the time productively and update my blog. We are asked all sorts of questions along the way, some of which are easy and some that are best left unanswered.
"Where are you going" and "where have you come from? are easier to answer than for the inquirer to believe. When stopping at a little shop to get some coke we were asked the above 2 questions. The youth then settled down on a stone wall a short distance off to contemplate my answers. As we left he asked me what prize money we could win in this race. My answer that I could win a blanket was beyond his comprehension. The question that went unanswered was asked by a crowd of young boys who gathered around my bike and asked "How much does this bike cost?" in this, the poorest part of the country, how do you answer that?

Day 2 - Don't take advantage of a sleep deprived man!

Today was really interesting.
I was sharing a room with 'my pal' Kevin, who proved to be a bit of a liability.
After listening to him snore lazily until after midnight I finally fell asleep, only to be rudely awoken at 2 am, with "Mike, I can't sleep, let's go!" At that stage of the fight I was in no state of mind to make a good judgement call, so I obediently rolled out of bed. And before I knew where we were - we didn't know where we were! We spent hours stumbling around a forest finally emerging at the town of Donnybrook, some 4 and a half hours (and 20km!) after leaving the support station. We were quickly caught and overtaken by fresh legged cyclists, who had left hours after us. So began a day that ended with 105km, 2500m of climbing and just short of 15 hours in the saddle. Sigh...

Day 1

If one was concerned about the well disguised race strategies at the pre-race dinner, then breakfast this moring would have brought some relief. Those intent on following an aggresive strategy were hunched over their plates, licking their own eye-balls. In fact, a whole nest of racing snakes was evident. The ride today covered 105km, with a climb of just over 2500 metres. The climb out of the Mkomas river was 650 metres over 9 km, which was really tough on tires legs. Walking gave little relief as the 9kg on my back makes walking as difficult as riding. I arrived safely at Allendale - the first support station - and we are being wonderfully looked after!

The dinner is done, the race begun.

We have had our pre-race dinner and briefing. It is really interesting to see how the various competitors portray themselves. You would think that most believe they are incapable of going the distance, with their laid-back "hope I can make it to the start" type comments (4km ride to start). Yet, you can be certain that everyone is capable, or they wouldn't be here. The racing snakes are well (and intentionally?) disguised among the trail tourists.

Their true colours will be revealed tomorrow. The first support station is roughly 90km which is reachable in about 6 hours by the real cycling machines, and 9 or 10 for the average rider. The second support station is another 90km up the road, but is all but unreachable given the cold conditions, moonless night, and really difficult navigation required. There is an intermediate stop between the first and second support stations, which only offers a place to sleep (and no food supplied). Those who push on to that station are out to race! It doesn't matter who gets there first, only that you get there. With the given conditions, nobody's going to push on, so we'll all start off on equal footing tomorrow. At least then we'll know who to look out for.

A fellow competitor commented that you can see who wants to race just by looking in their eyes...I wonder what he sees on mine?

My Skottel unveiled!

After all the interest my so-called Skottel has aroused, I have decided to show you all what it actually looks like. It is in fact a small gas cooker suitable for heating a small pot and not for cooking the family dinner as the name "skottel" implies. It is really not worthy of all the attention it has received.

It seems I may be the first person to carry one on the race. Weight is an issue, but warm food and beverages should help me keep my sense of humour intact. Gas cyliders are small (100g of butane) but good enough to boil at least 30 cups of water. Have new cylinders packed in my support station boxes.

From race horse to pack mule

I have now completed the transformation of my bike from thoroughbred race horse weighing in at 10.5kg to a pack-mule weighing in at 15kg!

For those of you who would like to try this at home, here is the secret formula.
Take one state-of-the-art - titanium this, carbon fibre that - full suspension, cross country racing machine and add to it:
Large saddle bag
2 high power riding lights
1 tail light
1 spare tyre fastened to frame
3 assorted bags for carrying batteries, cell phone, energy bars, etc.
1 map board
2 water bottles
Extra sealant in tyres

Mix well together. Add 8kg backpack firmly fastened to 80kg rider (5kg above normal race weight).

The overall effect is to load the bike with 15kg’s of extra weight that would not be carried on a standard cross country race! Super – can’t wait for the portages!!!

How to add a comment

Someone asked me this morning how they can add a comment to my blog. Must admit it isn't too obvious. Actually rather simple. Below each post there is a line that reads as follows:

POSTED BY MIKE AT 9:34 AM 0 COMMENTS

If you click on the 0 COMMENTS (it might have a number if there are other comments in which case you can read the comments and then add your own) you go into a screen that allows you to add a new comment. Have fun! Look forward to reading your comments when I can get to a PC. Will attempt to keep the blog updated daily via SMS.

Hurry up and wait

My bike is in pieces getting a final once over before we set off on the trail - new chain, new cassette (the gear cluster at the back), new chain rings (the gear things at the front) and new derailleur jockey wheels. Freebody (the thing under the gear cluster at the back that goes click-click click when you stop pedalling) cleanout and inspection. New cables all round and new brake pads for the hydraulic disk brakes. Bike was new at the end of January this year but nearly 4000km of riding since then has caused a little wear and tear. Besides, no point skimping and getting problems out on the trail. We will be responsible for our own bike wrenching (biker babble for fixing the bike) along the route so anything that will reduce potential problems is essential. Am making sure there is no water in the bike from washing it. All cables carefully dried and lubricated to ward off water penetration. At -10 Celsius the last thing I need is controls freezing up!

Apart from going over the bike there is nothing to do except keep doubting ones ability and preparation. Everything has gone quickly so far, but now the hands of time tick slowly.

A cold weather system is predicted in 10 days time which may have a dramatic effect on a few mountain sections, so the sooner I can start and get there the better. Unless it's high adventure I seek!

Even the posts on the official site have tailed off. It seems as if everyone has withdrawn into their own space to try figure out why they they thought this was a good idea in the first place.

What bike to ride?

It seems that my original choice of riding a full suspension bike was not a good one. The old hands tell me that the lighter the bike the easier it is to carry. I have decided that a bike without suspension would be the best option.

Thats my new bike on the right. Going to have to figure out where to put the water bottles. David is going to have his work cut out trying to find space for the tracking device.

Weighs in at 4kg (with tubeless conversion and sealant). Am considering a roof rack for my skottel!

Haven't decided whether to use cleats or not! Anyone have any experience on what pedals work best for this type of bike? And is a mud guard necessary?

The packing puzzle

Now that I have sent my 2 litre support station refresher boxes off attention turns to what I carry on my back.

I opted for a 30 litre adventure racing back pack as it is lightweight and has a pouch to take a hydration bladder. Carrying bottles is fine but the sub-zero temperatures we will be experiencing will turn bottles into solid ice. My hope is that the bladder neatly tucked up inside the pack will be spared! I will be packing a 1.5 litre bladder as well as two 750ml bottles in the pack. I carry two other bottles on the bike frame giving me just over 4.25 litres of hydration fully loaded.

My aim is to get my back pack weight down to below 8kg. The pack weighs 1 kg (ripped the steel frame support out – uncomfortable and extra weight I don’t need!) and the water will add an additional 3 kg. This leaves me 4kg to pack clothes, nutrition, spares, toiletries, maps and my gas cooker and accessories (pot, gas cylinder, cups – 2 in case I have company, teaspoons etc.), emergency rations, space blankets, medical kit, cell phones, batteries, battery chargers, etc.

The most important aspect is clothing. We will potentially have to deal with temperatures ranging from the mid 20’s down to -10 Celsius. Given those conditions, clothing choice becomes critical. Critical issues are volume (can’t carry a massive pack around), weight (I am not a Sherpa) and suitability. There is obviously such a thing as being too cold, but the opposite is also true. Careful layering seems to be the key. I have selected the following key clothing items – wick dry vest, short sleeve riding jersey, long sleeve riding jersey, long sleeve fleecy riding jersey, wind shell and a warm rain proof outer shell. For the legs I have opted to carry knee warmers, leg warmers and full tights. I will be carrying 2 pairs of riding shorts. Add 3 pairs of socks (1 set thermal), 5 pairs of gloves (short finger, long finger, thermal, wool and latex), balaclava and beanie. Had a long think about taking my goose down jacket but it takes up a lot of space and weight - a hefty 700 grams!

Riders who have competed in the ABSA Cape Epic will know the challenge of squeezing 8 days of riding gear into one of their generously proportioned bags. Well an Epic bag comfortably swallows at least 2 of my packs and I will be on the road for about 3 weeks. What’s more is that on the Epic you don’t carry your bag, it is sent ahead for you.

Once the clothes are shoe-horned into the pack I then take a 15lb hammer and pound away until all the other stuff fits snugly in my little pack.

I will be taking a spare tyre, but unlike Earle – “Man of Steel” Wakeford, a fellow competitor, I will not be carrying it on my back but rather taping it to my bike frame (pictures of the transformed race horse, now resembling a pack mule, to follow)

The good news is that not all the stuff needs to fit into my pack unless I choose to ride naked – apart from being impractical, at my advanced age it wouldn’t be pretty either.
So at least some of the weight is off my shoulders and is evenly dispersed over the rest of my frame. Shoes are a good example. I downgraded from my normal racing shoes to shoes that will do both on and off the bike.

The result is within my goal. Wearing kit suited to moderate weather conditions and a full load of water, my pack weighs in at just under 8kg! Sure this will creep up as I discover new essential items!

Sleepless Nights

Dragged myself through the day following a restless night. Probably had something to do with reading Andre’s Blog before bed time. Go read his post Monday, June 04, 2007 - Refresher course: Freedom Trail Race 101 and see the footnote about scratchy bits. For ease of reading I have copied it here - Scratchy bits:This refers to any part of the trail that may once have been used by humans. David ( the race organiser) once walked within 50km of this point, which therefore makes it well used and perfectly suitable for mountain bike riding. The reward is usually a magnificent view, fantastic downhill, or a good story once you find where you really are and get back to civilisation. (Source - Andre's blog Page)
I dreamt that armed with a tiny piece of paper that was supposed to be a map, save that it was completely blank, I was trying to find my way along the route. All around me fellow competitors were riding around completely bewildered. For hours we just headed off in all directions always ending up back where we started! Hope this in not a premonition of what is to come.

Of the 2200km route (assuming you don’t add to it significantly by getting too lost) there is just over 328km of what is described as “Double or Single track and Portages” Portages are those bits you can’t ride, no matter who you are! This is where the scratchy bits come into play. This reminds me that I still need to design and fit a map board to my bike.

I see that Andre has just posted a picture of me out training – Ha Ha

A week to go

A week today we will all be getting ready for the start of the race that begins at 7 o'clock on Monday 18th June. In front of us 2200km of trail to be covered in the shortest possible time. Unassisted and without the benefit of GPS, clutching a fistful of 1:150 000 maps and a smattering of 1:50 000 "map inserts", a band of about 15 intrepid explorers will head out on the adventure of a lifetime.
This all started for me when late last year a work colleague mentioned he had read about an extreme MTB race in the Getaway magazine. He couldn’t remember the details but fixed that with a quick phone call. Within the hour I had put in my application to join the next race.
A month later I received notification of my successful application and then nothing for a few months while we all waited for the race site to come alive. (See the Freedom Challenge link on the side of the page to access the Freedom Challenge site)
The last few months have been characterised by restless nights, countless visits to the web site and pouring over the route details and maps.
Not sure all that has helped but I am as ready as I’ll ever be. Probably not the best race condition I have been in – currently weighing in 5kg more than my ABSA Cape Epic starting weight, but, given the task that lays ahead a little extra weight won’t go amiss.
Where a little extra weight will be a problem is in my back pack. We have to carry all our clothes and spares with us as well as nutrition between check points. Check points will provide meals and a bed ranging from luxury to rudimentary. We have sent 2 litre ice cream boxes ahead to the designated check points with refills of energy bars, chocolates, bike spares and anything else we think we might need. I have decided that I will be taking a small gas stove along and have sent extra gas canisters ahead. The other competitors have latched onto my plan to take a stove and have had endless digs about my skottel as they call it! Even as I was typing the last sentence I received an SMS from a fellow competitor (who shall remain anonymous except that his name begins with Kevin and ends with Davie) mentioning my skottel!
My backpack contents have undergone a few revisions and currently sits at 8kg which includes 3 litres of hydration. Will work on it during the week and see what changes are possible and/or necessary. I have added a few accessories in the way of bags and pouches to my bike to take a bit of weight off my back.