I was quite amused by this chick at the Red Cross caravan. This means she is a medic of sorts, but is clearly kapping a major dos! Lag!

Just chilling babes

And every cycle tour is accompanied by a hero. This guy was riding up Suikerbossie backwards. It’s funny until your nutsack falls off and your spine twists like a pretzel and then it’s all cry cry.

There were also some lumo bunnies, obviously coming off of a trance party. “I love acid!”

Ok in all seriousness these guys were the Disaster Management Crew and they were volunteers, so I must give them credit, the Argus is a massive undertaking and it’s people like this that make it the success that it is. And that’s why it goes off so smoothly every year, thanks to all the dedicated people involved.

What a sick day, I managed to get to Suikerbossie at 4:30am after getting home at around 1:30am after having MAJOR car troubles which had us standing outside of the World of Birds in Hout Bay for a great deal of time.

“Uhhhh…why do we need to connect jumpers to the battery. I never knew you drove a hybrid?”

Then me taking the chicks home, and Mike getting the Palio (Worst car in the world - Fact)  towed into the villa and hitting a tree in the Palio while coming up the driveway and divorcing the mirror from the car. It can only happen the night before The Argus! Like when you’re trying to change your tires on your bike the night before, and they won’t go on. You know…putting slick tires on MTB rims. It never works well.

Divorced suddenly

Rad!

Good times.

Sean Lloyd

Editor