Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Vroeg oggend MTB

10 Januarie 2010

Vroeg oggend MTB

Hier weet nie watter tyd in die oggend herinner my vroutjie my dat ons gister gese het ons gaan vroeg opstaan vir 'n lekker MTB sessie... Ek kan natuurlik niks onthou nie, maar nietemin, slaap is heeltemal versteur en verder slaap is nie 'n opsie nie. So 5:30 is ek op en baie knorrig aan die gereed maak. En in 'n gister 35degC is die 25degC beslis iets om te beleef. Aangesien dit die eerste keer is dat ons weer op die saal is, skuifel ons Moorreesburg se kant toe tot by die teerpad en kom weer terug. Net-net 20km... maar lekker om weer op die saal te wees! Hier is 'n fototjie van ons. (Dankie aan GIMP wat die driepoot vasgehou het...)

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I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
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