Last week’s ride will be remembered as the most windy ever. Ten riders pitched, but shortly before we started, two of them abruptly left with a vague excuse of having forgotten to bring a helmet along. My offer of using my spare helmet was acknowledged, but they just drove on.
So the eight of us started off in the wind, doing Cruiser singletrack for a change. Going down to Mieliemuur I got lured into a newly made road that petered out and we continued over a rocky and uneven field doing some bundu bashing before picking up a trail again. That is where the first flat of the evening was fixed.
After two half-hearted attempts doing speedzones against the wind, we tried a new route which worked out after having to turn around when we hit an excavation that we could not cross.
We headed out to the farm next to the R21, but got only half-way before giving up against the wind. For some reason coming back turned out to be a breeze, interrupted by fixing another flat. We arrived back at the Moo mall just before ten having done just a little bit less than thirty km; dusty but in good spirits.