The start of stage two of the Cape Pioneer Trek heads directly into a searing, steep tar climb, from the Milkwood Primary School alongside the sea in Mossel Bay, to the top of the ridge overlooking the bay. Not unexpectedly, this tore the midpack we ride amongst apart. And set the tone for the rest of the day.
The pros tearing up the first climb. You can find the details of today’s racing at the sharp end of the field here. Photo credit: Zoon Cronje.
The second day of a stage race is when you really discover your form. The first day inevitably has everyone on fresh legs, jousting for position and usually going too hard. Even though we had made an effort not to fall into this trap yesterday, I was apprehensive. Today would be an indication of how painful the remainder of this week will turn out to be.
Anxiously awaiting the start. Photo credit: Oakpics.co.za
As we crested the initial climb, we were hit squarely in the face by a raging headwind, which kept us company for the majority of the route. Fortunately, this fit right into my survival strategy, which involved sticking to Nick’s wheel like glue all day as he played freight train for the remainder of the ride.
The route ducked and dived along the cliff tops with panoramic views of the ocean to the left. The terrain was heavy work: alternately grassy and sandy with sharp corners which made it tough to carry speed. This, in conjunction with the wind, meant we crawled along at a snail’s pace.
The headwinds were a force to contend with. Photo credit: Oakpics.co.za
We then turned right, cutting inland, under the N2 and, after weaving through what seemed to be a desolate wasteland, headed into the green farmlands. Where we found ourselves alone for large parts of the day.
In Bergsig Game Reserve, I was granted my wish, my first sighting of a herd of Giraffe on a distant hillside. Far away, but still incredible to see how big they are, even at that distance. Here the bushveld grew lusher, and a few river crossings kept us cool and on our toes. After the final waterpoint at 46 kilometres we hit a series of rolling hills which required gritted teeth to dispatch.
Occasionally routes for mountain bikes don’t work so well for quadbikes. Photo credit: Oakpics.co.za
Finally, after a longish flat pull, Mossel Bay and the N2 were in sight, and we wound our way along cattle trails with fun, fast descents, and taxing sharp climbs. A descent on a loose, rocky, whoop-inducing trail overlooking the bay, meant another long steady climb into the wind back to the bridge under N2. Curses may, or may not have been said.
The festive spirit at the waterpoints, and willing assistance of the Milkwood Primary School children ensured we left with a smile. Photo credit: Oakpics.co.za
The thrilling downhill run into town, raised our spirits, and we were back on familiar turf, this time with the wind behind us, heading for the finish line and the magic of an ice cold Biogen recovery drink, a chocolate milk, and a hot shower.
The home stretch. Photo credit: Oakpics.co.za
Tomorrow we ride 99 kilometres to George, with 2000 metres of vertical ascent. The second toughest day of the race, we are looking forward to the challenge and the changing scenery.
The now-customary end of day selfie
Tomorrow’s route profile. You can find more information on the stage here.
