Borrowing Cars Genetic?

We used to borrow our parents cars on the without-permission system and drive around at night with the ultimate destination being the Royal Natal National Park Hotel down Oliviershoek Pass. That was a triumphant destination I only achieved once, other times we went to Little Switzerland, halfway down the pass. Or Kestell. Once Steph deContinue reading “Borrowing Cars Genetic?”

World Firsts

Or – Firsts in the Vrystaat (well, sort of . . . Firsts For Us! There you go). In our little world: We invented Hijacking – of the Orange Express (check post) We invented Streaking – in Kimberley (check post) We invented Drifting – on the athletics track in the park (check post) We inventedContinue reading “World Firsts”

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again . .

. . . to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. Maybe Steph was thinkingContinue reading “I Must Go Down To The Sea Again . .”

R.I.P Steph

I can’t believe it. Steph. Died in a car accident today. Near Frankfort. I’ll write later. … … Here’s how we’ll always remember you, Steph. Us who knew you in the 60’s and 1970 – your matric year. His more recent friends and family remember him like this: Mad keen fisherman, yachtsman, can-do builder, taker-onContinue reading “R.I.P Steph”

Raiders of the Lost Saab

The black Saab is packed to capacity as we roar off in the dead of night to Kestell, that mecca of silence and stillness and, uh peace, I guess. Or was that Vrede? We aimed to fix that in our 1961 black two-door Saab 93. Riiing! ding ding ding ding Riiiiing! – that’s the two-strokeContinue reading “Raiders of the Lost Saab”

Chariots of Beer

It was the Eastern Free State athletics championships and we were three kranige athletes, in our prime. Well, so far . . . we would get better at some things as time went on. In the triple jump we have : Steph de Witt, matric. Long legs, big springs. In with a chance of aContinue reading “Chariots of Beer”

An Old Mystery: Whose fault?

There were two reasons we ‘borrowed’ Gerrie’s 1961 black Saab 93 late one night: 1. If you don’t give a car a run the battery can go flat, and 2. We had Larry the American Rotary Exchange student with us, who might have heard that the Free State can be a very boring place withContinue reading “An Old Mystery: Whose fault?”

The Night We Hijacked the Orange Express

Trudi Wessels won Miss Personality at Maritzburg Varsity. We could have told them that beforehand if they’d asked. Her prize a trip to Rio de Janeiro! Steph de Witt arranged a farewell party at Shady Pines on the night of her departure, after which we would deliver her safe and pickled to the Harrismith stasie.Continue reading “The Night We Hijacked the Orange Express”