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The Race to Mondeor (or… Damn It, I was Wrong!) My Life 14 APR 2015

There’s been an argument brewing here in the Country Mews Lotter Stronghold for a while now – is it faster to get onto the N2 proper by going right into Dennhof, onto Sir Lowry’s road and then on to the N2, or is it quickest if you go left into Dennehof, travel along the newly completed road that takes you into Broadlands, and then up onto the N2?

I’ve steadfastly sided with the former from the beginning, as I am convinced that the faster speed limit cancels out the slight distance advantage of the latter, and besides, I’m pretty sure that my route has less stopping points than the new one.

Chantelle on the other hand insists that the new route is quicker, and with neither one of us wanting to budge from our position, there was only going to be one way to properly prove which route is fastest – a race!

As luck would have it, there is actually a very easy and accurate way for us to determine the victor in this challenge, because both routes meet up at one defined point on the N2 – at the robots leading on to our perennial favourite, Mondeor Restaurant (and Monkey Town of course).

The rules were set out – there was to be strict adherence to the speed limit and other rules of the road. Full stops at all stop streets and robots was required. No cheating whatsoever, and with a gentleman’s handshake shook, we fired up the stopwatches on our phones (both Huawei Ascend P6s, so no discrepancy there), and set out to the starting point – the stop sign leading into Dennehof itself!

With a timid roar (remember, speed limit), Chantelle sped off left and I sped off right, me confident in easily winning this particular challenge.

In fact, in almost no time at all, I was on the N2 and racing towards the Mondeor robots, pleased as punch at the thought of my imminent victory, when suddenly my stomach turned and my heart sank… at the sight of Chantelle happily waving to me as she drove past in her Hyundai Accent, already on the return leg of the journey.

Disgusted, I reached the robot, stopped the stopwatch at around seven minutes twenty, and did a u-turn in my Getz to head off and join her at the Garden Kitchen over at Mountain Streams Nursery, our designated debriefing spot.

Needless to say, when I finally arrived at the destination, I sat down to a gloating, smirking face, as Chantelle proceeded to question my time over her steaming cup of coffee. I mumbled my number and showed her the clock – to which she gleefully laughed out loud and turned over hers – her route had beaten mine by almost a minute and a half!

Damn it.

It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it is complete and utterly soul crushing. I was wrong.

Sigh. I hate being wrong.

Well done Chantelle, it looks like you remain the champ at picking out routes… for now!

IMG_20150217_143032 a beer and a smug smiling chantelle lotter at Bossa

(I’m hoping for a rematch where we drive at more realistic, real world speeds. That said, I’m not sure that even that will save my bacon – I’m pretty sure that she’s got me by the short and curlies this time!)

Karting Around My Life 09 SEP 2010

Go kart seats are not made for big people.

This I found out first hand last week when Touchwork took its development team out on its first ever team-building excursion. As you might have noted by now, go karting was selected as the activity for the day, and as such Simon had us all heading down to the Kenilworth Karting track come midday on a stunningly beautiful Friday afternoon.

The team building strategy for the day was simple. Beat the crap out of one another on the race course and then build a spirit of camaraderie over some boerewors and chops done over the coals, with loads of beer to wash everything down.

Now I haven’t been in a kart since Dean’s bachelor’s a number of years back, but I’m sure that I remember the seats of the little carts being far more spacious back then – though that said I was also half my current self in those good old days! ;)

So on went the dainty little hair nets and the helmets were all dutifully selected, before Dave, Steve, Jaco, Simon and myself picked out our speedsters of choice and prepared to do some fierce 10 lap battles!

Admittedly, riding around in a little car which has never heard the words “road clearance” before, with one’s ass perched kind of on top of the seat because it doesn’t fit in it, and one’s balls being gently chafed with every turn of the steering wheel doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun, but boy would you be wrong in assuming that!

What an absolute blast I had. In the end we did a good four or so races, which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that motorbike-riding Jaco is by far the most accomplished speedster among us, with Stephen following him close behind – thanks in part to his particular weight advantage that he carries over the rest of the field! Dave was pretty steady and while Simon kept on gunning it and giving it all, the curse of his tooth that kept popping out cost him dearly in the standings I’m afraid!

As for me, I hovered between places 3 to 5 over the races, but bettered my overall time with each and every race completed, as did my fastest lap improve with each run in my little car. True, I was by far the slowest off the starting line thanks to my distinct weight disadvantage (a fact that Stephen gleefully exploited by putting me in the front of the grid, whizzing by me on green, and then letting me block the other riders!), but once my car picked up speed inertia proved itself to be a good thing and damn was I throwing myself around those corners by the end of the day! :)

As for the beer and braai, it was all good, in fact, the whole day turned out to be a massive success (even if my pool skills let me down badly on the day), and quite frankly I thoroughly enjoyed the outing, meaning that it’s a definite plus mark if the company plans on doing more of these activities in the future! *hint* *hint* ;)

Related Link: http://www.karting.co.za/main.htm