Cape Town Cycle Tour
Sunday 06 March an absolute perfect day for the race, light wind and a shy cloud cover, burning away under the rising African sun. My starting rime was set for 07h32 and with one more “Hoooopla”, a crack of the starters gun and fireworks, we were on our 109km journey around the Peninsula.
I started slow, knowing that it was going to be a long day in the saddle and watched the racers on their sleek racing machines and skinny tyres move off at an incredible pace, but, I was on my Krooze admiring the view and soaking up the atmosphere and smiling at the comments of the spectators.
Riding out of the city with Table Mountain as the backdrop makes one appreciated the beauty of our mother city once again. Going up Edinburgh drive was a very relaxed effort for me, but, the words of my friend Gustav came back to me, “Catch the Monkey slowly”, as some of the racers that passed me out of the city, was now travelling slower than me as I passed them. All hills and climbs must come to an end and soon I was freewheeling downhill on the fast and furious Blue route and unfortunatlely, like every other year the inevitable crash. As I passed there was 4 cyclists on the ground receiving medical treatment. Into Muizenberg and the old buildings passing at a blink of the eye as it is again a fairly fast part of the route, this time though I was hanging back and having a good look and noticed the old historic Post House.
With a great view of the coastline the next marker on the route was the naval town of Simonstown.
I set sail for my next beacon, enjoying the smell of the early morning sea all along the route and soon, we were through Simonstown making good time through the Penguin territory of Boulders and towards Smitswinkel, with False Bay stretching across to Hangklip, which I will be passing on Tuesday.
Riding up Smitties, the catch the monkey slowly theory again proved correct as I passed lots of the skinny tyre racers and some of the cyclists not so skinny. My Music Angel treated me to Pavarotti and the Barbier of Seville up through last steep section of Smitties and onto the fast and furious Cape Point section. Soon it was into the Misty Cliffs part and a cool breeze off the ocean cooling me down with whiffs of mist blowning across the road with beautiful views all round.
Blue water, pure white beaches, tyres singing, we made our way and before long it was into the iconic Chapmanspeak section, being treated to magnificent views of the route as we climb to the top. Not an easy part of the ride, but, the views far outweigh the effort to the top and to zoom down towards Houtbay.
Next target is Suikerbossie to be conquered and the last 16 kilometers to the finish and one final short but not to be underestimated climb out of Houtbay, past all the mansions and into the final section of Seapoint. I “Kroozed” home, watching the racers trying to gain seconds to achieve their goals and times, or, to be in front of someone else at the finish line. At places I was waiting for some of them to fall as they were making stupid mistakes cutting in and out through the slower cyclists, but, fortunately in my group, we all made it safely all the way to the finish line, received our medals and that was number 9 in the bag for me.
Monday rest the legs, check the Kruzer, get the final items for the Krooze, repack the panniers and Tuesday the adventure starts. Life is good.