With his cycle on the rack at the back of his vehicle, an Amarok “nogal”, they set off to the van Vuuren’s, who stay on a farm road where there are no street lights. Unfortunately, Kerry missed the turnoff because of the utter darkness, and had to reverse. Now it is not clear if the Amarok that Kerry drive’s is fitted with a reverse light, but Kerry could not see a darn thing behind him while reversing. Being careful, or so he professes, Kerry did not move faster than about 3 km per hour in reverse. Confidential source near the family seem to think it was much faster, but since we don’t want to start a domestic dispute, we will stick to the original. All of a sudden, as can be expected on a farm road, a tree jumped in front of this reversing vehicle. It was later established that the tree was under the influence of alcohol.
By the time Kerry heard the sound of something crumbling, the damage was done. The cycle, no longer road worthy, or is that race worthy, was hanging on the bike rack, the end result of the reversing act. With this dilemma facing him, not being able to partake without a cycle, Kerry was about to give up on the triathlon. Daleen, however, offered her bike to him, for the event only. Daleen being a petit lady and Kerry an oversize man, the relationship between him & Daléne’s bike was something to watch in awe. The bike literally fitted Kerry like a G String.
In spite of all this, Kerry did complete the triathlon, not in the time he had in mind, but with a bit of a bruised ego, he did finish. Well done Kerry!!!!
Compulsive cleaners can be a problem for serious runners. The same Kerry was out on a practice run, and in his stride, at a pre-determined spot, dropped a bottle of water in the grass next to the road, in order to have water on his way back. Sort of creating an own water table for himself. Unfortunately for him, Elize Cronje, a lady that is concerned about the environment, came along and spotted the plastic bottle with water.
Muttering under her breath about people not caring what they do to the environment she picked up the bottle and took it with her to the nearest dirt bin. Kerry on his return leg of the run stopped and could not believe his own eyes that the bottle was no longer there. When the two of them met later, the puzzle become clear, and the mystery of the disappearing water bottle became a laugh. Kerry, in future, marking your bottle with a permanent marker, something like, leave alone, I will return, as ET did, may do the trick!
Some people can also say, with friends like this, who needs enemies. But then, maybe if one is a wee bit vane, something out of the ordinary should happen, just to bring you back to ground level. Dirk Cloete took part in a rather challenging trail run. On the run he met up with Bennie Roux, an ex member of our club, but also a training partner of Dirk. Although they are friends, they are also rivals when it comes to trail running. Dirk being the more senior and Bennie the young runner.
When they met up on a spot along the route, Dirk asked Bennie if he would mind taking an action photo of himself (Dirk) with his cell phone. Bennie agreed and Dirk went back a short distance to work up a head of steam, for the action photo. This was all Bennie required to send a message on Dirk’s cell phone to Dirk’s Facebook account about what a fantastic friend Bennie is and how he, Dirk admired Bennie. Dirk was none the wiser until much later, when someone pointed out the message on Facebook to him and asked about it. Only then did the penny drop. Things you don’t let others get their hands on; is your Pin numbers and cell phones, especially not if it is your rival Dirk.
And then there is the upcoming Chairman’s Ball, with a theme of “Phantom of the Opera”. Now the question arises, what is a “Phantom”? There are different explanations for this word, but the most common is, but not limited to, something apparently seen, heard, or sensed, but having no physical reality, a ghost or an apparition, something elusive or delusive, an image that appears only in the mind.
Well I tell you, this “Phantom” has made itself seem quite real. On some of the invitations on e-mail the invite read 3-course meal, and then on others, 3 course mean. This is an unexplained phenomenon, as nobody has the answer how could this happen, nobody is taking responsibility for changing the word. So maybe, just maybe, this manager’s award could have a few more unexplained surprises awaiting you on the evening.
Could the food really be a “Phantom” meal? If some of the invitations say it will be a 3-course meal and the rest a 3 course mean? Well, I am not sure exactly just how mean the food will be, but luckily there will be a cash bar to wash it down with, if it is too mean. Hope to see many members there, to finish the mean/meal food.
Well folks that’s it for now, so cheers vir eers.
The Running Reporter