Negotiations For The Terms Of Your Surrender.. Are Over.

The past while The Bike Addict and myself have been fiddling with my little yellow dust kicker. And… I’ll tell you.. People have had mixed opinions haha. Some have come at me with the “holy cow that’s awesome” and the “oh okay”, but one that just sort of bothers me is the comment our page got about how we’re just stupid kids playing with our tonka toys.

Now in a world where brothers kill each other, men die before their fathers, women lose themselves, presidents steal from the people and evil monsters kill the dog who saved my life over a 125cc Honda, how can people still be cruel enough to put down their biker brothers and sisters?

Life is cruel sometimes, and a lot of the time we bikers take the brunt of it. I got new and interesting/cute/funny patches on my cut last week, and you should see the looks people give me. Reading me like a book, judging me, running through their heads briefly “I wonder how much laws he’s broken, how wrong he’s done.”

Half of the world adores us, my friends. And unfortunately the other half thinks less of us, some more than others. But in an evil-ish age like this, why can’t we stand together? If people in cars won’t look out for us, what else can we do but look out for each other?

One day I was riding with my previous horse Dodgy and I stopped next to the road for 10 seconds to improve my glove feel. 3 bikers going the opposite direction slowed down hastily one after the other and gave me the “are you okay?” finger point. THAT is respect, THAT is why we do what we do.

We are a band of brothers and sisters, fighting for unity and freedom in the chaos of this new world. The “Smiles Per Gallon” doesn’t just apply to the people around you, it applies to the smiles you receive as well..

So ride good, ride safe, and look out for each other. You’re not alone out there, you have a family of 600 thousand PLUS put there, you just need to show them you’re there for them too.

Have Bike? Will ride. Now smile 🙂


Pillion, I am no more

Hello to everyone in the vast reaches of cyberspace.

I have been active in the motorcycling lifestyle since the tender age of 13. Since I first hopped onto the pillion seat of Mechanical MacGyver’s then Conti 200 cc. The bug had bit me quite hard and caused me to spend countless weekends clinging onto my father’s jacket on the back of every machine he had ever owned. In this time I was given the opportunity to dip my toe into the strange world of piloting a motorcycle. (None of which was done on public roads, as operating a motorcycle without a license on a public road is illegal.)

Three years down the line, just after my 16th birthday, I could legally pilot a motorcycle on public roads, if such a bike had an engine displacement equal to or less than 125 cc. This is where my journey with Popcorn Machine began. The little 125 cc Honda that took me wherever my 16-year-old heart desired. Though I would often still ride pillion on my father’s machine on long trips or trips requiring a brisk pace. The transition between pilot and pillion at this point still occurred seamlessly. As one does not exactly develop a unique riding style on a tiny, slow 125 cc.

Add another three years, and we come to the point where restoration of the Little Yellow Honda (my VFR400R) reached a stage of completion. In the preceding three years I did occasionally ride Mechanical MacGyver’s Old Faithful (a mean Kawasaki ZZR400, with a 600cc engine swap). However, very little of my time was spent as a pillion. With the more powerful machines one does tend to develop a unique riding style. A “spidey sense”, if you will, of how and when one starts to slow down for corners, a preferred lean angle limit, and when to roll back onto the throttle.

Enter the present. I’m still avidly riding my Little Yellow Honda, and Mechanical MacGyver has upgraded to a beast of a bike. His personal “Duiweltjie” (little devil) of a Honda CBR1000RR. This is also the point in time where I make the realisation leading to the title of the post, as I discover that a pillion, I am no more.

Around two weeks ago, Mechanical MacGyver’s bakkie (a pick up truck for those across the pond) suffers a blown head gasket. This means that, under the vehicle’s warranty, it had to be repaired by an authorised dealer. Hence we set out to deliver the vehicle to said dealer. As the vehicle is still somewhat operable, Mechanical MacGyver drives it to the dealer, with me on the “Duiweltjie” following close behind. (The bike would be a traffic and hassle free return trip to drop me off and Mechanical MacGyver’s ride to work)With the vehicle dropped off, I hop onto the pillion seat of this beast and we set off.

Oh the horrors that ensued. Barely exiting the dealer’s lot I am already sick to my stomach. The forces of acceleration, deceleration and cornering feel all but friendly and familiar. My “spidey sense” goes completely haywire as Mechanical MacGyver goes about riding in his usual way, completely contradictory to my own style of riding. For the first time in a very long time I am truly afraid of a motorcycle. My stomach is churning and I feel like I’m on a carnival ride from hell. I have lost all sense of control and was clinging to Mechanical MacGyver for what felt to be dear life. It was truly a horrifying experience. Surrendering control after almost 6 years of riding in control. The 20 minute return trip turned out to be the worst 20 minutes of my life thus far. I hope that I never have to experience anything similar again.

A very queasy Motorcycle Addict, wishing you all a safe ride, and more enjoyable journey.

Custom parts come with custom problems

Hello to everyone in the vast reaches of cyberspace. At the start of 2018 we set out to improve our site and expand to incorporate YouTube as well.

To the same extent, Anxiety on Wheels set out to improve his bike. A well-aged Honda NT400 Bros. After some discussion we have decided to turn this endeavor into a video series that we’ll be uploading to YouTube.

Don’t fret though, the videos will be added to our blog as well. The first instalment of this series covers the installation of an aftermarket gauge cluster, and you can check it out below:


Rule number 32, Enjoy The Little Things.

As said in the movie Zombieland, rule #32: Enjoy The Little Things. Or in this case, enjoy what the little things do.


The previous week I took it upon myself to finally complete Dusty’s service. You know.. Finish what I forgot. Namely I ordered the Petrol Filter and Air Filter. Needless to say we had to remove some things, namely a tank which meant sucking out petrol. After doing so, The Bike Addict and myself discovered a sad fact, my petrol tank was rusting inside as most old bike tanks do. Now for those who don’t know, finding rust in your petrol is pretty bad, like “discovering your car used to be white before it was red” bad. How bad? Well the rust was so built up in the old Fuel Filter that when I turned it upside down it turned into a rust pepper shaker, perfect for outdoor braai’s (barbecue’s for our friends across the lake) and parties.


Rust gathering at the bottom of our fuel container

After blowing out the muddy-like petrol from the old filter with a disgusted face, we worked out on the new one which had notably bigger nozzles and with some little work and effort it was placed in… well… it’s place.


Old, cruddy air filter and old, cruddy, fuel filter

During this, the air filter was also replaced, which took minimal effort. A few screws, a few gasps, some air blowing on the old one for laughs and then finally doing what was meant to be done.. The filter was fit, snug as a bug. Looking sharp I might add.


Old vs New.

Then we put the beastie back together, checking here and there for any problems (of which none were found) and then it was time for a test ride.


Now, for those who have even ridden an under-fuelling vehicle.. It’s terrible. Splattering if you open the throttle too widely, with a sort of power bleed. When taking the newly sorted mini-monster for a test ride I rediscovered my love for this yellow Honda (YET AGAIN!!). Power feels like it’s increased, as if I have power on demand, it no longer feels like she’s “scraping the ceiling” when I fully open her up too fast and all over performance (and fun) is improved.

Unfortunately, depending on how rusted my petrol tank is, my power will start becoming limited again as the new filter starts clogging up. So to fix this, I need to have my tank lined again on the inside and then replace the filter again along with it, but that I do another day as I’ve just ordered some major parts to continue our custom build for Dusty. But for now, the anticipation is killing me.

Ride safe, ride often and remember (as I’ve said): The little parts make a BIG difference.


The perspective of a motorcyclist medic

Hello again to everyone in the vast reaches of cyberspace. A short time ago I did a post about myself attempting to go “full squid”. This practice is thought to be quite dangerous as one travels on a motorcycle with very little in terms of protective gear. Understandably, and as predicted, our ride along paramedic, Quick Fix, did not approve of this exercise. So I thought why not give her the opportunity to tell us why she doth protest so much.

So without further adieu, here is the first ever blog post by Quick fix:

(A note to our sensitive readers, the following piece contains images which some of you may find upsetting.)

“Hello, hello, hello

Quick fix signing in

Good day to everyone near and far.

After the squidage post; done by the Bike Addict; I have been asked to do a piece on motorcycles from the view of a paramedic and the differences in the after effects regarding safety or no-safety riding.

A big factor that does come out is that there are actually a lot more motorcycle accidents on the roads than are actually realised. Many are just scrapes or bumps and the rider simply picks up their wheels and carries on their merry way.

However, about 20% of bike accidents are in need of emergency medical assistance and these ladies and gents are the ones that are most known about.


On an average month in the emergency setting about 20 motorcycle accidents occur of which only four to five need emergency medical help.

These are the cases where they need to be transported to the emergency ward or get airlifted immediately.


Having a motorcycle fatality in itself is rare but, not impossible.

The greater the force and acceleration of the accident taking place, the greater the injury or the chances thereof.

Mostly the rider skids with his wheels or gets knocked over, climbs back on and off he goes escaping with a few minor scrapes and scratches.

Severe motorcycle accident signs and symptoms include; amputations of limbs: partially or fully, severe skin removal if no jacket has been worn or jeans ripped through, head injuries due to force, multiple fractures, internal injuries, spinal injuries and shock.


A little message of warning, an accident can happen in the blink of an eye.

The riders of the motorcycles should ALWAYS have a helmet on. Contrary to popular belief, we in the emergency setting post-accident tend to leave helmets on. The only time a helmet will be removed (we are trained in removing a motorcycle helmet and the dangers surrounding them) is when there is a compromised airway and our patient is having a life-threatening emergency which requires specific medical intervention.


The first and foremost form of treatment for any motorcycle accident is to immobilise our patient ASAP.

This is done with the use of a spine board and head blocks. If any conditions pursue, e.g. cardiac arrest, the riding gear gets surgically cut off without movement of the patient. (Sorry guys and girls. But it’s your riding jacket vs your life).

If you happen to come across a motorcycle accident, panic quickly and then get over it, it’s about to get real:

  1. First and foremost, make sure that your scene is safe, don’t become the next victim! Job creation only goes that far.
  2. Call the emergency services!!!! No ifs and/or buts.
  3.  Chat to the unfortunate bloke, reassurance does wonders to the body, this way you also notice if he is conscious or not.
  4. Never remove helmet, leave to the professionals,(like me LOL)
  5. Airway and breathing can be done by simply placing a hand on the chest and feeling for rise and fall.
  6. Tell the emergency services any and all info!
  7. A few numbers to phone:
  •  ER24- 084 124
  • Province- 10177 Landline 112
  • Interesting fact, 112 is the only emergency number that can be dialled in South Africa without a sim card. (So don’t stress if you don’t have airtime)

A few personal experience stories will be shared over time, so hang in there, be safe on the roads and I hope we don’t meet by accident!

Signing off

Quick Fix



The day I went full Squid…

Hello to everyone in the vast reaches of the world wide web.

Since the dawn of the motorcycle a debate has been running. Every time one mounts his iron steed the question arises… A.T.G.A.T.T. or Squid? First, lets define these two concepts by referring to the good old Urban Dictionary:

So in short, your A.T.G.A.T.T. rider is the bloke who doesn’t even start his bike without all the proper riding gear on. In 99.8% of circumstances I also fall within this category, as I wouldn’t move my bike outside my yard without wearing protective gear in the form of a helmet, jacket, boots, and gloves.

At the other end of the spectrum we find the squid:


Out of all the definitions on the site, this is probably my favourite one. via Urban Dictionary: Squid

So how does a squid look? Squids are usually those blokes that blow past you on the highway, running only on their back wheel, wearing nothing but a shirt, shorts, and flipflops. (Here’s where our ride along paramedic, Quick Fix, winces, as she’ll probably tell you that an accident in this attire leaves most of the human body badly hurt.)

So what drives me, a young adult male, to abandon my safety protocol in favour of a far more dangerous option? Well, in short, the heat, messed up zipper on my jacket, and a pair of ripped jeans. Couple this with the curiosity of experiencing why self proclaimed squids choose to abandon all safety gear and you have a cocktail for possible disaster. (Once again, I fear that Quick Fix may not approve of this expedition into dangerous waters)

But what did I learn as an A.T.G.A.T.T. rider turned Squid? Firstly, no protection means more caution in my case. This was probably my biggest concern going squid: what will the result be if I were to come off my motorcycle? Automatically my riding speed lowered and lean angle decreased. Apparently, I’d rather play it safe when there’s a little skin in the game. (Pun intended).

Secondly, another automatic response kicked in. The traffic around my made me a little more nervous. I spent almost the entire ride covering my controls. Also spending a few milliseconds more observing traffic at intersections. I seriously didn’t want anything to cause myself to come into contact with tar. Especially if it could have been easily avoided.

Lastly, other riders seem quite disapproving of a full squid rider. In stead of the usual nods, saying hi and wishing you a safe ride, I got a lot of head shakes and the impression that all those riders are thinking “what the hell is this guy doing on the roads?” From personal experience I know that when a rider crosses paths with a squid, the general thought is that the squid will probably pull a wheelie at the next light and give fellow riders a bad reputation.

So what are my thoughts post squidige? Self proclaimed squids are brave, I have to admit. Yes, less protective gear means that you won’t be boiling in 30+ °C (86+ °F) weather. However, for me, I’d rather be sweating in a jacket than bleeding without one. I’ve sampled the world of Squiding and it’s definitely not for me. I’ll stick with good old A.T.G.A.T.T.

To all types of riders out there, ride safe and enjoy the journey.


Build a Bridge and get Over It. Except Stereotypes, Break Those Down Completely.

Good day neighbors, fellow bike enthusiasts and the like.

People have mowed down this idea of bikers over and over throughout the years. This horrible experience people have uhm.. well… experienced, has left them with this stereotype they are spreading across the country and the world. But come on, no one likes someone who does the stereotyping thing.

I’m sick and ti… No WE are sick and tired of this horrible image people project onto others, about what bikers act like and talk like and it has left a horrible taste in my mouth. YES there are those who deem themselves the percentage of hooligans that drink and ride, who mod their bikes to hooligan noise status. Those who break all the traffic rules and basically spread mayhem across the roads, leaving little kids thinking “holy cow, that’s what bikers are like” and some even think that’s “so cool”, and even grow up being like that and doing those things.

Honestly I can be reckless, I do take chances but I KNOW my limits and I look at the consequences before I act. Which is where people say how bikers are always the victim isn’t always right.. Hell it’s practically more a matter of the biker tried a risky move and that’s why the person suddenly didn’t see them.

If you ride, when you ride.. Think about the consequences of your actions. Because it’s not just your life on the line on a cleverly placed rocket beneath a tank of gas, because there are other people who can lose quite a lot if you hit them with a flying hunk of metal and rubber.

In all honesty, the biker stereotype is not just because of people over exaggerating the details of their biker encounter. The stereotypes are caused by reckless bikers and unfortunately, that one time you’re reckless or a little thoughtless is the time a group of girls see you doing a wheelie and landing on a windshield and then that image sticks.

When people see me in my gear for the first time, they think I’m probably a guy rolling in a club, drinking and racing with a fast bike. Showing off, revving my engine and all that nonsense (and yes, this has been said to me, so I’m not exaggerating). But people don’t know I’ve studied to be a Medic, that I have a Yorkie named Pepper, that I read Shakespeare and that I’m most days crazy and somewhat odd. That’s what people don’t get, that we’re human frigging beings… That we have jobs, that we have families, hobbies other than bikes, pets and that a lot of us actually do charity work.

So my request today, after my long irritating rant, is that we start breaking down this stereotype and this is something myself and The Bike Addict are discussing long and hard at the moment.

Show the world what bikers really are, let’s show them we are here to stay and that we’re better than the words they use to describe us.

Ride safe, ride often. Be cautious, be courteous.


Riser on the handlebars 

Hello to all in the vast reaches of cyberspace. So someone has told me that APParently we are living in the 21st century. This means that technological devices not only travel with us but are also able to assist us in our travels. Bamboozled by the idea I couldn’t help myself but to put it to the test. Thus I swiftly installed Riser on my Android powered technological device.

You can find it on Google play store here. As well as on IOS here.

Here’s what Riser has to offer us, quoted directly from their app pages in the respective application stores:

“RISER is a motorcycle platform built by motorcycle enthusiasts. It lets you track your motorcycle trips and share them with your friends and the community. Among others you will get the following functionality:

* Track your motorcycle trips
* Create special sections and share them with your friends and the community
* Organize your trips in your personal roadbook
* Discover popular roads nearby you
* Get live weather and weather forecast for sections nearby you
* Connect with your friends and likeminded people
* Add your bikes to your personal garage
* See statistics about your trips on your profile
* Discuss trips, sections and bikes in the comment section”

I’ve been riding around with Riser in my pocket, tracking my rides and all other things since mid October. It has a navigation feature as well (scratch that), but I don’t like having a phone staring at my while I ride so I rarely use it (can’t use it if the app doesn’t have it). Here are my thoughts:

At first glance, Riser does look like it is a version of Facebook dressed up for the motorcycle enthusiast. It is exactly that. It let’s you record your motorcycling journeys and shares them on the platform with your “friends”. It also gives you a glimpse of the weather conditions in your region. In essence it’s your motorcycling dashboard, giving you something to entertain yourself with, recording your trips, and sharing them with friends.

I installed the app on my device around mid October, and from the word go, I’ve been having problems. Granted, it is a new app, but a lot of these issues could have been addressed before release. Firstly, you have to register to use all of the features that are built into the app. It’s not that bad seeing as it’s free. Secondly, you create a profile, which has a garage section, where you list all of the bikes that you have. It does have Honda as a manufacturer, but neither my VFR 400 (VFR400R NC24) nor Anxiety’s Bros 400 (NT 400 Bros) were in the model list, and you cannot enter it manually. However, the larger displacements such as the VFR 750 and NT 650 Hawk are in the model list. (This was addressed in an update). So I have a profile on a biking app, but no motorbike as you have to provide the model for it to save it to your garage section. I’ve brought this to the attention of the developers, who informed me a few days later that the issue is to be addressed in an update that followed weeks after (deep into the month of November). I feel that it’s taken far to long to roll out an update for this and various other bug fixes.

The third on my no list is a bit of a bummer. Riser actually doesn’t have a navigation feature… It literally just records your trips. Yes, you have no idea where you’re going, but at least you know where you’ve been. Now if you someone who doesn’t pre-plan your route, you are pretty much screwed. Have fun switching between this and your navigation app with riding gloves on.

Fourthly, linking to the problem above, Riser has a discover feature, which I had mistaken for a navigation feature. It shows you the popular roads travelled by Riser users in your region. I’m located in Southern Africa. It appears that riders here don’t often make use of tech when riding. So all I get to Discover are the roads that I have been taking. I assume that this probably isn’t an app issue per se but a community issue, as in the community using Riser in my region is quite small. I noticed in November that this has seemed to become an issue of the past as more and more riders start using the Riser app my region and surroundings.

There are a few plus points to using Riser aswell. Firstly it works well when you want to share a fantastic road you’ve just discovered with your friends. Even if you just take a different route from the norm you can share that specific section to your profile for others to see. It logs both your start and end destination as well as your average and top speed.

Now I know a lot of you see red lights flashing, as you don’t want people to know where you are or where you come from. Secondly, there are some who have difficulty adhering to speed limits for some reason, and don’t want this infraction to be made public. To those there is a solution, you can simply hide the start and end location and your top speed. However, you can’t hide just your start or just your end destination, either you hide both or you hide neither.

Fortunately, Riser isn’t just all negatives. I found it to be a fantastic app if one wishes to just ride…, and track the roads that one discovers on such a walkabout. I believe this to be the purpose of the app, to help you jot down when and where you’ve found that perfect piece of road. To remind you of where it was that you had that once in a lifetime ride on the road you discovered while “lost”. It’s there when you want to commemorate a special ride with friends (like we wanted to do with the 35th Annual toy Run, if I had remembered to turn it on). It’s not an app to help you find your way, it’s the app that shows everyone the way you found.

For that simple reason, I think I’ll be keeping this little app on my phone. Ride safe and enjoy the journey.



2017 in Review

Hello to everyone in the vast reaches of cyberspace. The calendar year of 2017 has nearly met its end as we are enjoying the last few days before the new year. The riding season here in South Africa is starting to die down a bit as we approach the holidays. Therefore, I feel that this is the perfect time to have a little review of our year.

The bucket list

First things first. January 2017 I had posted a list of events that I wanted to attend in the year and a few solo rides that I wanted to do. Here’s how the list turned out:

I had been editing this post as the events took place in order to help everyone keep track of where we currently are on our shortlist. Therefore I find it useful to include a key to interpreting the list:

  • Events that have been stricken through = events that have been attended, including a post on the blog.

So here’s my shortlist:

  • Club voted day jols. 
  • The Impala Rally held at Hartebeespoort Holiday Resort from 10 to 12 March 2017.
  • South Africa Bike Festival. Held at Kayalami GP Circuit from 26 to 28 May 2017. 
  • Rhino Rally.
  • The Gauteng Annual Toy Run held in November at Benoni Northerns Sports Grounds
  • Poison Rally.
  • Along with all the above events I’ve planned a few solo/informal rides to a few interesting destinations. Some are quite new, others are old favourites waiting to be visited again. I’ve included maps to the list below, as some of these places aren’t that easy to find without a little help. Here’s the list:
    • The Upperdeck Restaurant.
    • Dukes Burgers.
    • Rim & Rubber Assembly, Greenside.

      Note: Rim and Rubber Assembly has relocated in the time since I wrote the original bucket list. I will add their new address in future

    • Historic Motorcycle Museum, Deneysville.

A sad, sad view, is it not? Out of 11 trips I was able to check off 5. This mostly being a result of my little yellow Honda spewing its guts all over my garage floor. It had reached the point where I was unable to ride for months on end. This problem has been sorted temporarily and I am back on the road for what remains of this season. If all goes to plan, next season will hold some exciting changes here at the Bike Addict.

Memorable moments

Now that we have mourned the death of the bucket list, let us celebrate the joy that the few checked off events have brought us.

Firstly, when you have a bad day and your bike decides to quit on you, you can always rely on family. This became evident to me around my birthday in March when the little yellow Honda died, and my personal responsibilities further soured my week and mood. As a birthday treat my family took me to Rim and Rubber. A bike themed restaurant I really wanted to visit. This was an awesome gesture that really lifted my mood.

Secondly, there was the South Africa Bike Festival. Probably the most memorable event for me this entire year. There we were able to enjoy everything motorcycle, and test drive the latest and greatest from all of the leading manufacturers. As part of the event, Mechanical MacGyver test drove the 2017 Suzuki Hayabusa and the 2017 BMW S1000R. I, on the other hand only had eyes for what I consider to Honda’s flagship litre bike. The 2017 Honda CBR1000SP, and what a ride it was. Anxiety on Wheels, was able to indulge his Harley fetish at their stand by gawking uncontrollably at these machines.

Thirdly, Anxiety on Wheels had a pretty interesting year. After the Dodgy Suzuki was stolen it took him quite a while to save up and buy his current set of wheels. The Honda NT 400 Bros, or Dusty Leafblower as we called it. Just after buying it, he had discovered an opportunity to buy a larger displacement Suzuki GSXR 750. This led him to frantically try to sell the Bros, but in the end sentiment prevailed, and he decided to keep it. We’ve had a lot of fun messing with it and trying to get a little more out of it. It seems that this tinkering will continue next year, as Anxiety does have a list of plans for this little machine.

Fourthly, the Toy Run. Always a mood lifting event. This year was exceptionally memorable as the little yellow Honda, Duiweltjie, and Dusty Leafblower, had to pull double duty as our riding trio turned to an octet. Sharing this event with close friends and family makes the ride a little more worth it. I’ve also received word that one of our passengers is also hankering to buy her own bike. I do hope this wish comes true, a good riding companion is hard to find.

Lastly, to all the trips that never got mentioned. Those two-in-the-afternoon-hankering-for-ice-tea trips, those quick-trips-for-good-burgers, those bike browsing trips and just the plain old commute. Basically, this last one is a dedication to all the friends and trips one comes across on a day-to-day basis. Those trips one does for the love of riding, or just to scare your passenger into doing chores. Those trips that feed the soul, little by little, every day.

We may not have accomplished all we set out for in 2017, but we had safe trips, and tons of enjoyable journeys. I wish the same for 2018 and to all of you.




The 35th Annual Gauteng Toy Run


The 35th Anniversary badge for the Annual Motorcycle Toy Run.

Hello again from the vast reaches of cyberspace. I was hoping to have this post published less than 24 hours after the event, but unfortunately, the real world had other plans. So better late than never, as the saying goes. Even as I sit here, typing up this post it seems that distractions and obligations are ever-present.

The 26th of November 2017 9:00am marked the start of the 35th Annual Toy Run. It had us a little bit worried as the Thursday, Friday and Saturday leading up to the event were marked by heavy downpours. Luckily, Sunday was slightly overcast, but dry. The perfect weather to travel some distance and not get sunburnt (so some of us thought). As the day went along, the sun graced us with its presence, turning our cool morning to a hot afternoon.

We got of to a very early start on Sunday morning, around 7:00am, as we had to meet up with a few riders joining us, and pick up a few passengers. This year our little riding trio of Anxiety, Mechanical MacGyver and myself grew to octet, with four riders each carrying a passenger.


From Left. Myself, (the parrot’s name is Steve), Quick Fix (our speedy paramedic), Mechanical MacGyver, Harley_Lover_248, Harley’s Daughter, Anxiety on Wheels, and Teddy’s. The woman behind the lens is One-way Ticket (who never returns from a run on a bike).

As usual, we gathered at Silverstar Casino around 8:10ish am. Here we had our morning coffee and prepared for the long ride to Benoni Northerns Sports Grounds. Also inside the norm, each of us carrying a special parcel to be donated to the cause of making an underprivileged child smile this Christmas. The mass ride set off just after 9:00am, with the boys in blue on our side blocking traffic as we set of on the N14 later to circle Kempton Park, and finally arrive at Benoni Northerns Sports Club.

Once more we travelled around a 100km from the start location to end, averaging around 80km/h. This meant that the ride felt so much longer than the previous year where we averaged 95km/h. This would also mark the first year of the Toy Run where I had a passenger riding with me. The slower traveling speed took its toll on all of us with cramps and spasms popping up every now and then. Every year that I attend this event I am reminded that sports bikes were never meant for riding on for extended periods of time.

On a different note. This year it seems that we had picked up a bit of a snag with our companions sporting the “blues-and-two’s” as traffic, which should have been stopped, ended up swerving through the more than a kilometre long mass of bikes. To my knowledge there were no incidents as a result of this, luckily.

The end venue was overrun with motorcycles, parked everywhere around the venue. One of the larger turnouts I’ve seen in recent years. Mostly composed of bikes, but also including a few trikes, and what I would call the world’s most expensive quad bike. Which is a custom-built, V8 powered four wheeler. I’m not quite sure how I feel about four wheels joining the mass ride, which in my opinion is reserved for two wheels.

After gawking at the quad for a while, we set off to donate our toys and enjoy the entertainment, stalls, and scenery of the day.

Just before we set off on our journey homewards, we snapped an image of the toys gathered on this momentous day.


The collection marquee tents filled with the take of the day. A little hard to see, but under the tent are rows and rows of bags containing donated toys.

Once again, one of my favourite events, gathering donations for a good cause. We’ll wait and see what this year’s bike and toy tally is, when the organisers make this info available.

I can’t wait to do it all over again next year.