Ride of his life: My great enduro dad

Nice journey. Thanks for share🙂

The Swedish African

One day — without much warning — my 65-year-old dad got on a bicycle and started a 3,000km journey from Cape Town to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe.

It’s not something you’d expect your average rugby watching, Castle drinking, boerie eating dad to do in any sort of hurry; but mine did and I’m all for the madness.

Dad started cycling six years ago — about the time I sat him down and told him he’d gotten fat and that heart attacks weren’t things that happened on TV. He picked up cycling because it’s a sport he remembered from his youth and a sport he knew would be safe for his outdated knees.

There aren’t many daughters out there who get to chat with their dads about fighting off hyenas with a ‘selfie-stick’

Soon, we were on a roll…

He rode the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge first. And he got…

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