So besides the misunderstanding with the start time it was great
So got there at 6 and had an hour and a half to kill. The caterers they had (Baobab I think they were called) were really great. They actually had breakfast food at 6:30am and not only burgers and pregos. Some tea and 2 pancakes later intercepted Dirt Rider on his way to registration and found out we are going to be a small, but never the less amazing, group of hubbers

. Scotty was there too...
The race was a bit delayed as we waited for a motorbike to lead us out. It never did arive so we fallowed one of the dudes at the end, who finally got his childhood dreams to come true and he was a lead "vehicle" for the short tar section. I lost DR after the tar although I told him I'd TRY and stick with him. I guess there's something bout sand and single track that strikes his fancy

Not even in the first 5km, Jules had a puncture and that cost him valuable time

. I rode over some barbed wire, through a thorn bush and what not, but I guess me praying really hard not to get a puncture worked. I also didn't get to meet the vicious bush that attacked DR.....wonder what the explanations were yesterday

I had forgotten the rocky climb but I just loved it

something about technical sections that are uphill make me real happy. On my 2nd lap I could feel Scotty nearing but I just pushed and pushed until the 2nd last long section where I nearly saw my @ss, even though I had it in mind I had to be careful as that is exactly what happened on the first lap. Got on the tar and that was it for me....big blade and push push push. Throught the stupid wind.....Finished 2:33 something for the +/- 50km, I mean 70km race

. I thought I was about 3rd but little did I know that the girl with the Russian surname, that lives in SA now finished 2nd in fact

Some beer, food and chit chat with mates at the end of the race is a real bonus and makes the pain worth it. The stalkers on the other hand are real real freaky.....