Now I don't usually go away on holiday with such a mish-mash of people, but this time I had good reason.
One. Julie is a breast cancer survivor. Two. I am a cervical cancer survivor. Three. We both ride Harley-Davidsons. Doesn't make sense to you yet? Patience! You shall see the light in about forty more sentences or so!
So Jules and I decided we wanted to ride in the can.survive Ride4Recovery up the garden route of the Cape coast. The thing is, we both live in Johannesburg, which is about 1400km's away from Cape Town. And while neither of us are scared to ride our Harleys all the way down to Cape Town, we just didn't have enough time to do so.
Which is where Peter, Dane and Michael come in.
|Dane and Michael - my gorgous boys!|
So, three Harleys were put onto the trailer and Peter, accompanied by the boys, travelled down to Cape Town via Sedgefield (so that Michael could see the Cango Caves etc) while Jules and I flew down on Kulula.com Three Harleys? I hear you say, but there are only two of you riding? Well, Peter's Harley was still in the paint-shop getting its new coat of armour and he wanted to ride with us, so our dealer very kindly loaned us a gorgeous little 1200 Sportster... which, along with Julie's Sporty and my Switchback, made for three of us doing the Ride!
But before that, we spent three days cruising around the Cape Peninsula, riding to Somerset West one day to do a radio interview with Mark Taylor on 93.6fm Radio Heldeberg. We enjoyed lunch (on my birthday!) at Mariner's Wharf in Hout Bay, visited an old friend, Wynter Worsthorne, in Noordhoek and rode up Chapman's Peak in the most wonderful weather! Thank you Cape Town, it was fantastic!
|Peter & Trisch on Chapman's Peak|
|Jules sorts out the names of cancer survivors and those who've passed.|
|Leaving Cape Town, the Ride4Recovery Girls with Peter in his Pink cap!|
It was a gorgeous ride up Sir Lowry's pass and it must have truly been a sight to behold... 11 Harley ladies and gents roaring up in pack format. We stopped off at Riversdal where we spent time talking to over 500 women and men at a fruit packing farm about the early detection of various cancers. We truly felt that if we could help save just one life, we could conquer this beast.
Before long, Julie, Peter and I were back on the road, this time on Route 62 - stopping off at the infamous Ronnie's Sex Shop where Jules and I hung a pink bra in the pub in tribute to all the women who have/had/been affected by breast cancer.
|Trisch helps Jules to hang up a pink bra at Ronnies|
|Dane can never resist a piano!|
So, with love from Sunny South Africa,
I'll be blogging again soon!