Last Saturday and Sunday failed to deliver any form of slopable conditions,
hence no blog update…
as fog hung around like a bad rash and ended up with all and
sundry getting build projects and repairs effected.
This is truly a rare condition for us Cape folk, that tends to induce
a certain grumpiness, best not mixed with the loved ones.
This Saturday past, the 12th of March, produced one of those really
classic Kommetjie days. Beautiful to look at, mother nature donned her
best designer gown and paraded a glorious spectacle.
With the Autumn season finally showing up in diminishing morning light
and cooling temperatures, the slope lit up under what would be
considered light to average conditions with very little wind on the nose
and beautiful lift on offer. Smooth as silk and delicious
would best serve as a description. Just about every thing that
had wings got airborne and the day was thoroughly enjoyed
by all as the stress melted away as quickly as the daylight hours did.
The Kommetjie slope generally delivers lift way beyond
what one feels on the nose due to the steep nature of the cliff behind you.
The lift tends to pass right in front of you and so spares you the need
to have a centre parting in your carefully groomed follicles by the end of the day.
Fisherman’s supplied just the requisite amount of beer to end off a great day.
Sunday saw 6 gazzilion odd people on an outdated mode of transport
circumnavigating the peninsula, and so we were in virtual
lockdown as we awaited the pedal powered procession to pass
in an endless tide of committed individuals,
or possibly people who should be committed!
Well done to one and all who took part in the Argus cycle tour.
Hell of an achievement without a car…