This is a picture of our members in 2012. We rode in the Southern Skies Relay Race. My wife and I are on the far left, and my son-in-law and daughter are on the far right. The younger ones are Joshua and Courtney. I decided to call this team Super 7 because I haven’t seen families compete like this. Three families became one bigger family for a weekend 24-hour race. I am writing this now in 2026, twelve years after our first race. Recently, my mountain bike was stolen whilst I was away in Cape Town, where my son participated in the March Cycle Tour. About two weeks later, I got a new mountain bike and have already started riding it regularly. After the MTB bug hit me, I continued to ride intermittently but never stopped completely. Lately, I am riding every week. The benefits to my health are important to me, and getting as fit as possible at 73 helps too. Who knows, maybe I will be able to ride in a competition again on my own. I say that because I don’t know of any other member...
At the start of this year, I watched the movie Jaws just out of curiosity. It still had an unnerving effect on me. A couple of years ago, my client lost his little daughter in the sea off the coast of Kwa-Zulu-Natal. Her nanny took them to the sea, and the little girl disappeared. They found her remains the following day. Sharks caught her and ate parts of her body. My client felt immense devastation and grief. I attended her funeral, where they laid her body in a tiny white coffin. That changed my attitude towards swimming in the ocean. The next experience I want to talk about happened when I was in high school. One day, some friends and I went to Simonstown to swim, snorkel, and spear fish. Sounds okay! Well, the weather was perfect, and the train ride there went well. There were many people and kids already splashing and enjoying the water, which settled our nerves, and there were no warning signals. I swam to the floating raft, where many were climbing on and jumping of...
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