I was advised to stop cycling and try another alternative
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wise words
The famous quote by Sterling Hayden which I have shared below;
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Early days travel , hitching a hike by car
Just going to highschool ,a few friends would get together for some fun.
Hitching a ride for about 120 km along the dual carrage road between our two towns
was the challenge.In those days motorists would easily pull off and even drive out of their way to drop you off.
A favourite destination was the bumpcar races on the ash ovaltrack(stampkar renbaan).
The last to arrive had to buy cooldrinks.
At that stage of your life it didnt matter whether the main interest was the all the cars or the beautiful girls.
At one stage we convinced the science teacher also to visit.
Not to mention the fun ,when we used his Anglia car to circle the school rugbyfield trillion times with the teacher ensuring that all the spectators stay on the pavillon.
The headmaster solved this extraordanary racing at his school by making the schoolbus available to the schoolkids to go to the ovaltrac.
The adventure of travel and meeting diffent people still stay in our veins and some of us continued to hitch a ride to surrounding destinations.
Hitching a ride for about 120 km along the dual carrage road between our two towns
was the challenge.In those days motorists would easily pull off and even drive out of their way to drop you off.
A favourite destination was the bumpcar races on the ash ovaltrack(stampkar renbaan).
The last to arrive had to buy cooldrinks.
At that stage of your life it didnt matter whether the main interest was the all the cars or the beautiful girls.
At one stage we convinced the science teacher also to visit.
Not to mention the fun ,when we used his Anglia car to circle the school rugbyfield trillion times with the teacher ensuring that all the spectators stay on the pavillon.
The headmaster solved this extraordanary racing at his school by making the schoolbus available to the schoolkids to go to the ovaltrac.
The adventure of travel and meeting diffent people still stay in our veins and some of us continued to hitch a ride to surrounding destinations.
Early days biking to go fishing
While in primary school ,it was always a big adventure when my dad say we going to the Vaalriver to fish for the week end by bicycle.
The bikes was also used to go to school and shopping for petrol for my dad s moped.
Every now and then when the schoolbus didnt turn up, and the stationmasters car was already loaded to capasity, we biked to school.
Every part was checked and oiled for the trip.
The rods and tackle was fixed to the bikes the night before .Early morning mom s fresh homemade breadsamies was packed. With rucksack on, we left by dirt road for around 30 miles. On the gravel road we used the footpaths alongside al the way to the riverbridge.
Halveway was a countryshop where we always get only hot cooldrinks on the return trip.
No power in those days and parrafien was too costly for cooldrinks.
With it being early morning we were too excited to stop and push on to the river in one go.Tired we would reach the bridge .During later trips we were more fit and it became easier.
Dad would wait for us to all go together to the farmhouse to get permission. Never was it a problem because the farmer know we woudnt damage the fences or crops.
The bikes was left at the fenceline and off we went to the river fishing and sleeping alongside the bomfire overnight.
One of us always had to stay awake to watch the rods for a bite.
Great and all awake we would hear when a reelalarm went off.
Everybody wouldbe on the bank when a fish was reeled in.
The bikes was also used to go to school and shopping for petrol for my dad s moped.
Every now and then when the schoolbus didnt turn up, and the stationmasters car was already loaded to capasity, we biked to school.
Every part was checked and oiled for the trip.
The rods and tackle was fixed to the bikes the night before .Early morning mom s fresh homemade breadsamies was packed. With rucksack on, we left by dirt road for around 30 miles. On the gravel road we used the footpaths alongside al the way to the riverbridge.
Halveway was a countryshop where we always get only hot cooldrinks on the return trip.
No power in those days and parrafien was too costly for cooldrinks.
With it being early morning we were too excited to stop and push on to the river in one go.Tired we would reach the bridge .During later trips we were more fit and it became easier.
Dad would wait for us to all go together to the farmhouse to get permission. Never was it a problem because the farmer know we woudnt damage the fences or crops.
The bikes was left at the fenceline and off we went to the river fishing and sleeping alongside the bomfire overnight.
One of us always had to stay awake to watch the rods for a bite.
Great and all awake we would hear when a reelalarm went off.
Everybody wouldbe on the bank when a fish was reeled in.
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