Happy New Year, bikers! Due to circumstances beyond our control, Neb and I had to wait six whole days to go for our first ride. Unforgivable. And worse than that, the rest of my pals still haven’t gone out yet. Bwa ha ha ha ha! Suckers! So we dropped into the valley. We raced half of Ngong 1 and did the rocky cut over to Oloishoibor Community Center, past the new road made for the Standard Guage Railway Chinese Construction Machine, and made it a tiny way down toward Saikeri before Neb disappeared from my mirror. Knucklehead tore a hole in his tube. Just like Kolobus did on our last ride together, and almost in the same spot. To add insult to injury, Neb didn’t bring a spare tube! Once again, my nagging about preparedness had been ignored. Sure, Neb, take my tube… take my wife while you’re at it! Above: Observe carefully boys, that’s the look of shame Fortunately, Neb made up for his neglectfulness by being up for anything… the tougher the better for him (he’s younger and dumber than the rest of us). So, I aimed our wheels down the bobble-head rolling stone track that links to the Oltepesi-Najile road. The stones laid me out early on, but with no lasting damage I regained my balance and we tiptoed and slid down the escarpment, found a broad shade tree with a view, and had some tinned fish for lunch. I was knackered from the descent, but the rest and the food revived me. Down on the Oltepesi-Najile road, it was after 2:00. To make time, we did a leap-frog method of riding where one guy blasts ahead for 5 minutes, stops, snaps a pic of the next guy as he goes by. It worked brilliantly and we made blistering time up the road. I’m very used to this track, but this time we did it in reverse and it felt like a completely foreign trail. Gullies I hit full tilt coming South were sphincter clenching going North. Once, even with my GPR cranked up for the purpose, I had a mid-air tank-slapper off a stone that rang my proverbial bell. Man I love this bike… Stopping in Ewaso Kedong for a cup of tea, we enjoyed the typical friendly banter with the Masai guys hanging around the Investment Hotel. Them: “Let me ride your bike” Us: “No” As it was quarter to four when we pulled away, the plan was to re-trace the powerline route back home, but as we got going, Neb had a different plan. He led us farther down the road to the entrance to the Mayers Bottled Water company where as a wee lass, Neb used to play on his adorable 250. It was a cool detour. Set up against the escarpment, a spring comes out of the hill and creates an oasis of un-poached acacia trees. We walked over to the source of the spring and then rode the bikes to Mayers’ iconic century old fig tree before climbing out onto the old Naivasha road for the cruise back home. Above: While Neb negotiates our entrance, I notice the eedgit has failed to tighten his bead lock after the puncture leading to a dangerously twisted valve (note the nut twisted against the rim… shame Neb, shame!) Above: An amazing bike over the Great Rift Valley and two happy looking bikers at the Mayer’s Fig tree Above: Parting shot with Mt. Longonot in the background, from the first Duka on the old Naivasha road This shall be the first of many rides in 2017. Can’t wait for the next one!