{"id":22333,"date":"2021-04-08T11:42:53","date_gmt":"2021-04-08T09:42:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/travelbucket.co.za\/?p=22333"},"modified":"2021-04-08T11:58:54","modified_gmt":"2021-04-08T09:58:54","slug":"hell-on-two-wheels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/travelbucket.co.za\/hell-on-two-wheels\/","title":{"rendered":"HELL ON TWO-WHEELS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
by Inge Triegaardt<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I was just out of school when the unexpected happened. I was getting ready to go to university and become a chic business woman, when I woke up one day and my adventurous father decided to spoil me with an old Yamaha 250XT scrambler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gone were the days of working so hard to get rid of my sporty, tomboyish style and wearing my high-heels (which I never managed to master anyway) were put on hold. I was all to happy to follow in the footsteps of my forefathers. Exploration and traveling was in my blood, I was born that way. Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity and nothing could stop me. I was going to ride around the world with the wind in my hair and not a care in the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dad started out with lessons in safety and responsibility (doing his parental duties), but he already had the first trip planned. He was rather cautious in telling me all the stories of him and mom riding his Yamaha 500XT back in the day. I was a lady after all and should not behave like a biker-chick. I soon became aware of the plan to visit Gamkaskloof (better known as The Hell), a place that we have visited before my motorcycle days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The training was soon completed in record time and I was deemed fit and skillful enough to make the trip. I was certain to pack and carry my own luggage and dad was all to thankful when I offered. He had to “carry” mom after all. At this stage I was still roughing it. Dad had earned his full (very fancy looking to me) gear after all the year’s of riding and fixing bikes. Mom was precious cargo, so she too had sufficient padding and protection in all the right places. Me, on the other hand, had to earn my gear first, so I borrowed a very sweaty, two sizes too big, pair of pants from a friend of my dad who, at the time, was a hardcore KTM Enduro rider. Protection wasn’t left behind as I managed to get some kneepads and chest-protector as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n