8 weeks to #joberg2c
Hell, if that was the English Spring, it was on a Wednesday this year. In fact, it was so warm in parts of the country that it might have been the British Summer. But I hope not, because then there’d be little to look forward to for a whole year. Apart from a little jaunt across South Africa, of course.
I didn’t really get a chance to enjoy that flash-in-the-pan weather, because I was working. Well, I’ve got to pay for this expedition somehow, and there are worse things to do than work in a bike shop. It is, for me, sort of a reverse busman’s holiday – and I get a good discount on all the necessary paraphernalia, with the use of a proper workshop thrown in.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been putting together my new bike, which I showed you in my previous post. I finally took it home last Saturday, and would you believe it, some scumbags broke into the shop on Sunday night and took the five most expensive bikes there. Some not-so-nice guys smashed through the door and took two brand new bikes, my Saracen enduro and Andy’s Saracen, plus a five-grand Trek downhiller that was in the workshop. My Saracen and Andy’s were found dumped near by, and the two new bikes have been spotted for sale in Devon, which the police are following up.
Needless to say it wasn’t a great week in the shop, but I’m just relieved that I didn’t have to start building my bike from scratch. Poor old Will was frantic, because he didn’t know that I’d taken the bike home on Saturday, and he phoned early on Monday to tell me that the shop had been burgled, not knowing if my bike was among those missing.
The better news of the week is that my kit has been ordered and paid for (you can see the wonderful design at the top of this post). It should be here in six weeks’ time, if all goes according to plan. Of course, there is one blot on the horizon that could scupper things, a little political hurricane called Brexit. The kit, you see, is being manufactured in the Czech Republic, and if Brexit goes the way some people want it, I might have to spend a week filling customs forms before I can don my lycra.
Still, another thing ticked off the ever-growing list.