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Description Heinz Eisner foreground and Rudi Blechsmidt give their Zündapp motorcycle-combination a fresh coat of paint. You can complete the translation of Kradmelder given by the German-English Collins dictionary with other dictionaries: Wikipedia, Lexilogos, Langenscheidt, Duden, Wissen, Oxford, Collins dictionaries. A place called Rickerd's and it is owned by chinamen They don't speak a word of afrikaans and I speak no chinese so it is english. It was the best time I had as a soldier.
The hoederhuis sounds too black and a place for truck drivers and whores. From the Panzerspähkompanie it was two guys in a Kfz. Not good on those clay roads which become as slippery as ice when wet. Every thing packs into 2 panniers Except things I may need on the road like a compressor after deflating tyres for mud and sand, a rain liner, toilet paper when a man has to go he has to go , biltong, cell phone, charger, ear plugs a 990 with open throttle can make a lot of noise to listen to all day etc.
Kradmelder24 - The farmers say it hasnt rained since last year and this is abnormal.
Hi mense, I am back after a 4000 km solo trip, almost all of it by dirt roads and remote areas. I did stop and see mates along the wayy Thought you would like to see the pics. I will post each day as a separate post. Trip preparation includes checking over my bike washing the bike I used to use tracking software but now you have to login via FaceJew, which i refuse to join, so I made a whatsapp group of kradmelder bikers who monitor my progress and direction. A lady friend would send me daily weather forecasts which didn't really change my path much despite her worries about it being dangerous etc. So now I just checked in every day when I stopped for the day. I wear a helmet, buff around my neck to keep dust from going down my neck, synthetic armoured riding jacket leather is for harley posers. It is hot and weighs a ton when wetsynthetic trousers with knee armour, off road boots with an ankle swivel for walking as over 200 kg of bike landing on your foot will leave you just kradmelder there. The trip packing includes, tubes, tyre levers, synthetic racing oil, chain lube, a compressor, master link for the chain, chain brush, kradmelder aid, clothes, biltong and everything you need for the bike and myself. You need to travel light as weight and space are limited. No firearm on this trip as I was going mostly to an area with no blacks. Every thing packs into 2 panniers Except things I may need on the road like a compressor after deflating tyres for mud and sand, a rain liner, toilet paper when a man has to go he has to gobiltong, cell phone, charger, ear plugs a 990 with open throttle can make a lot of noise to listen to all day etc. Kradmelder distances between towns were over 300 km so I needed a jerry can. After packing I realised all the rivets on 1 pannier had sheared off. All the vibrations, and hammering of hitting ruts and holes at speed. Another reason to travel light. Nothing to do but drill holes and put in bolts with locktite Day 1 After an 0400 rise, by 0530 just after sunrise Im packed and loaded and kradmelder for departure. Kradmelder 100 km I have come through this. Wind, cold, but didnt catch a drop. I open the bike up to 160 kmh to outrun the storm. I've had bird strikes on my head, a big one, and my head was ringing for a while. This bird was dumb enough to take on a hand guard. I hit kradmelder first dirt kradmelder 0800. It had rained a lot the night before, the storm I came through and the road was very soft or mud. After that I hit the pan belt. With all the rain the pans are full of water. Too bad the kradmelder is so grey and getting ominous By 10 I am hitting drizzle and more mud, and stop to put in my kradmelder liner and snack on some biltong By noon I am in heavy rain and must get on the tar as progress on dirt is getting very slow. Every oncoming truck creates a wall of water higher than my head that i hit at a combined speed of 200 kmh. Water pours into my helmet so even wiping the visor doesnt help, down my neck, into my boots. I am like a drenched rat. Every time you try overtake you can kradmelder nothing and get another wave of water. The weather is so bad i saw 2 kradmelder pile ups. It got so bad I pulled into one of those stop filling stations that i despise. I had to wipe the inside of my visor and warm up a bit and ate awful american style junk food. The burger coke and chips I was dripping puddles and totally kradmelder asking myself why do I do this. Another biker pulls in from the direction Im going, and like bikers always do, immediately greet each other and start chatting. I fine young man with the biker spirit to press on in bad conditions and still smile. Not one of those weekend warriors. Hhe said he just came through 4 hours of rain straight from Williston and he was shivering and as wet as me. We nodded, wished each kradmelder a safe ride, and each kradmelder our way. This is what the dirt looked like by then At this stage I made the decision to get off the main tar road and all the idiotic cagers causing pile ups and switched to smaller back tar roads. It was an immediate improvement to only wory about rain and not tidal waves of waver. I was staying a fellow bikers place. Even my underpants were soaked. Finally as I cross the Orange river God, or Allah, kradmelder Zeus, Thor or all the gods took mercy and I see clear sky to kradmelder west for the last 100 km. I have to pull over and pay homage. I take off my helmet and tie it on the back and ride with no helmet and open jacket to dry my hair and shirt. I put my boots against the cylinders and pipes to dry my feet and turn on the hand grip warmers. It is so uplifting and life in nice with the wind in your hair and moiture evaporating from every item of clothing with the bike running at a good 160 kmh. By the time I get to prieska I am mostly dry. Hot desert air does wonders. I arrive at my mate's place in blue sky and sun. First thing on the agenda is change into kradmelder clothes and kradmelder into own and find a bottle store for booze. The town looks rally scaly and the bottle store looks bad. Nothing but coloureds hanging around and going in and out. A place called Rickerd's and it is owned by chinamen They don't speak a word of afrikaans and I speak no chinese so it is english. Next thing on the agenda is find a place to eat. The hoederhuis sounds too black and a place for truck drivers and whores. So i call my lady friend and she searches the internet and sends me to a great place. There is only one problem. Because of all the rain to get there the road is underwater and i have a kradmelder crossing to do. kradmelder And then I tell them I rode over 850 km in this weather, a lot of it on dirt. There is a family there wanting to kradmelder where I want to go but the farmers advise against using that road after rain as it is very slippery. The family decides to detour by tar, and the farmers tell me to come for breakfast tomorrow and we kradmelder decide according to the weather. I order a nice large steak and devour it. And it starts raining again. Im having visions of being stranded here with no dirt road out kradmelder only 1 tar road going kradmelder wronf way and 100s of km of detour. I wlak out to a soaking wet bike and seat and figure here we go again. The rain and the water crossing will soak me again My one set of jeans are now a soggy mess as well My room looks like a tornado hit it, with wet and drying clothes strewn everywhere. I go to bed asking myself why on earth do I have this crazy hobby of enduro riding 1000s of km by dirt. I say a prayer for God to look after me tomorrow as the next stretch is over 160 km of very slippery dirt, and almost no people live there. Maybe 1 car a day at most comes through there. So if you get stuck or crash there is only your own resources and God. There is no cell phone reception either. Day 2 I wake up to a beautiful cloudless desert day. I delay leaving hoping the sun dries those roads up a bit but the farmers say it is better when raining than a few kradmelder after, when the surface dries, kradmelder it is thin and you break through to the slime underneath. The farmers say it hasnt rained since last year and this is abnormal. Every time I come to this region it rains. The farmers say I should come more often and perhaps they should sponsor my trips First thing on kradmelder agenda is lube the chain as the rain and mud has stripped off all the lube I am wondering about tyre pressures as for mud I ant soft, but due to all the stones in the road you need hard tyres to shred them and get punctures. No spare tyre on a bike. The distance yesterday I agree with the farmers that I will ride 10 km into the desert, until reception starts to fade, and if it is bad I will turn back. If I think I can make it, I will call and them I am going. The road is soft and it looks like clouds are closing, but I figure I will rely on experience on bikes, and stay on the stony bits in the middle and off soft edges. Im going to go for it. The raod gets progressively worse as stones disappear and more and more mud holes appear. I cannot use brakes as the bike immediately slides out underneath me. That means speed is down to a maximum of 60 kmh as you grow through one mudhole at 20 then speed up slowly then must slow down for the next mud hole. Kradmelder I can only stop where there is hard ground. I look back at see the deep grove my tyres make in the surface and realise kradmelder pressures are too high for this soft road. So I stop to reduce tyre pressure. Up ahead I see farmer on a dirt bike and kradmelder flags me over. He says next time I must plan a stop there and he will give me a small dirt bike to explore the huge farms. He warns me up ahead the road gets much worse as the water from the veld drains onto the road and there are deep deposits of silt. I subsequently had 10 km of sliding all over the place at 20 kmh or less and cant stop or i wont start again. I certainly cant put kradmelder stand down I get to carnarvon at lunch time after a morning of struggling over 170 km and coffee with farmers. Some idiot tourist from Joburg asks me is there a tar road kradmelder Hopetown. I told him it is dirt. I have done it before and it is good dirt and he is a 4x4. But he says no he doesnt want to do dirt Through the bad bit with 93 km to go from Carnarvon to Fraserburg Now it is good fast dirt and I am motoring at 100 kradmelder I get to Fraserburg in high spirits after good speed to make up for the slow morning 350 km done today. The only Inn in town is full and their restuarant closed. They only do meals for the guests now. Some local flags me down, says welcome to the town. The old lady kradmelder not a word of english. She gives me a kradmelder of keys for a 6 bedroom old style house and charges me only R220. I quickly unload, and get to the urgent business of kradmelder a bottle store for beer, wood for a braai and meat. Not like there is a choice of shops. I get back back before they roll up the pavements at sunset. Not a person on the streets after sunset, and just the church bell on the half hours. I ride my bike right up the steps of the back stoep and park on the stoep with my dinner materials The house has an indoor braai from the days when people had 10 kids and you had yo braai a lot of meat My puny fire to make 2 steaks is like a candle in that braai I say goodnight to maedchen sleeping on the back stoep Day 3 The 3rd morning starts at kradmelder and kradmelder on the stoep kradmelder my bike and the morning ritual of packing, lubing, stripping dirt of chain checking oil and water and tyre pressures. Mud has gone up everywhere. This is looking up the forks What a stunning day The road to sutherland. The road looks good but is treacherous. It is very corrugated and between the tracks are large mounds of loose gravel if the corrugation throws your fron wheel into that your handlebars go side to side with no control, called a head shake. You try and correct it or apply brake and you will go down. The only thing to do is apply some throttle to stabilise the bike. Dirt riding is largely conquering instinct to brake or try and control the bike. You need to use throttle when in trouble to bring t upright and straight again. kradmelder After a few headshakes i slow down to 65 each time i see my speed has risen to 80 I stop every 15 km of this 120 km stretch to rest my hands which are numb from the vibration of corrugation, and my nerves, which are tight from the arsehole tightening moments of headshakes. You ant to go faster to fly over the corrugation but cant. The windmill is kradmelder entrance to another farm, and another farmer comes out to greet and chat kradmelder a dirt bike. I notice he rides below 50 kmh. He must know something I just learnt by my bike thrown across the road kradmelder no control. When I get to sutherland every restaurant is closed until 1800. The town is a ghost town. Another wanker joburg tourist asks me for the road kradmelder Loxton. I told him it is 250 km of dirt that way. He says he cant kradmelder dirt. He will go 100 km back to Matjiesfontein and take the tar. I tell him why not. He said if he said if he had a bike like mine he would do dirt. The wanker wont even do dirt in a 4x4; he certainly wont do it on a bike. All these peopel afraid of dirt. I push on and have to go to the national road to refuel as the next stretch is long. At the petrol station they all grab junk food, they get out of the car and the wife is yelling at hubbie, kids are screaming, hubbie yelling at the coloured attendants. I just want to flee. How do these people call it a holiday. They look at my muddy dusty bike, my sunburnt face, and dirty bike kit as if I am an alien from Mars. In the karoo if I am stopped every car will stop and ask are you ok. People come out to greet. These asshole urban types make a detour around me and avoid looking at me. Tar is so boring after riding 100s of km of remote dirt. I get back onto the dirt through the mountains around Anysberg. The western cape doesnt have dirt roads. A smooth hard surface with little loose gravel. You can open the taps and really motor, except the switchbacks In Montagu I decide to camp on a pecan nut and olive farm of a lady I know. Nice sand riding to get in Day 4 The problem with the western cape is that it is full of faggots, metrosexuals, liberals and race mixing. It also has plenty of european tourists who think this is africa and come kradmelder and pomp coloureds. It is not really a place for a Good White Man of the old school type. On the plus side, it has fast dirt and almost no blacks. I haven't seen a savage in days and this good fortune will continue for 2 more days. I leave Montagu and all the faggots, arty farties, liberals and other traitors of white values behind and head up into the mountains to the village of McGregor for breakfast. Don't people want to work and make money in the western cape. A white man has been up for hours already I leave McGregor on dirt and saw the first 2 other bikes Ive seen on dirt. Must be western cape faggot snobs as they don't stop and greet and chat like any normal white biker would do. I over take kradmelder and they are riding like 50 kmh, weekend warriors, and I shoot past them at at least 100 kmh and lave them in dust. Hopefully ruin their faggot hair. They looked like fat farks as well so maybe their fat rolls cant take the virbrations kradmelder any faster. I get to stromsvlei and find a nice place for a good white kradmelder, with linen and all like a civilised white man I push on eastward to the southern cape taking dirt through the mountains through hillbilly country, awesome scenery. If you ride bikes and don't get off the tar like the harley crowd, you are wasting your time. Any idiot can ride tar. After Hiedelberg I turn north into the mountains and figure I will climb up past the hillbillies. Not many people pass through here Up past the hillbillies This place screams bos kak. A place to have a nice dump. I find a nice spot with a big rock to sit on so I dont have to kradmelder like a darkie savage or an Indian. By now it is time to descend and look for fuel. I pull into Riversdale and again every petrol station and shop shut. They just promote faggotry, liberalism, and nigger rights. Iam heading to a couple I know farming Macadamia nuts in the mountains north of Mosselbaai. They give me a rondavel and I have dinner with them Kradmelder 5 I leave my friends farm at 0630 in mist heading to Eight Bells Traffic conditions are bad. I wonder how the cagers are coping in heavy traffic. Any New Zealanders here would see this pic as porn Stunning scenery except the narrow roads and blind corners mean watch for someone coming around the corner Once again, no petrol station when you need one I head over the mountains into the dry klein Karoo. Ostrich country I see this sign a little late as I came the other way. I was kradmelder 30 kmh over the limit It is absolutely stunning and empty out here, except the wind can really mess up your hair Cagers in the distance so i am finally approaching tar again. But I need fuel and am getting hungry Brekkie in Uniondale I am now in the eastern cape, my former home province. It feels good to be amongst kindred white men of good racist values I turn off to take the Fullarton road. From here I have done all these roads and know them But first a boskak calls. That feeling only comes second to a dump on your own toilet. Typical eastern cape, the bar lady says I recognise you. I havent been there in like 20 years since Kradmelder came to play a rugby match here. There are not so many whites in the eastern kradmelder you you never forget each other By now I am totally sunburnt with a helmet tan. Just my nose and cheeks. Everyone asks me did i shave off my beard I have that white strip where the helmet is. That is the problem of being kradmelder white man in Africa. Even still, it is far better than being a brainless savage like darkies. It is a beautiful old hotel of historic significance as a wool loading area I arrive at my mate's farm Before kradmelder we go out to check the stock He thinks it is funny that i open the gates like a kaffir Then braai Kradmelder 6 I wake up at dawn to a grey day, my lady friend sends me weather forecast showing 100% chance of rain kradmelder my planned route north east across the eastern cape to the Lesotho border. Not good on those clay roads which become as slippery as ice when wet. She asks me not to do it, but i say I will start until i say rain imminent and then head for the nearest tar. No way do i want to miss doing kradmelder Swaerhoek pass. I quickly outrun the first belt of weather and figure I am kradmelder free under clearing skies. Good fast dirt to pearston I take at 90 kmh as by now the bike and I are 1 and reactions are at their peak Soon I am in totally blue sky as Maedchen is running faster than the storm front. But as I approach Swaerhoek I see rather ominous clouds over the mountains. I stop and weigh it up. Do i risk going up there. I scheme, go for it. Im in peak form, bike running like a charm, and if worst comes to worst, I can kradmelder back if I have sufficient fuel, so i fill up. There is a boom across the road and it looks like the road is closed due to the rain they had, but my bike can squeeze past the boom. Despite the kradmelder skies the road going up is stunning. I give him the thumbs kradmelder and white power salute, he says good luck ride safe and he turns off to his farm house. The mud starts to get worse as i climb towards the pass and it starts to get kradmelder. Soon my bike is digging in and it becomes a 1st and 2nd gear slog unable to stop as you cant put the stand down. The last steepest climb is rocky so i can kradmelder it. I have no desire to back down that mud anyway. When i get to the kradmelder it is absolutely worth it. In Cradock I stop for lunch. I am kradmelder to see my first darkies so must kradmelder the bike in sight at all times. Those bastid Xhosas will steal your shadow if you stand still. There are no darkies in most of south africa, the western half. The darkie plague never infested that far. There are no trees to sleep under all day, no food to fall on your head and nothing to steal. You have to work to grow food. Work and darkies don't go together. By kradmelder the sky is grey and you can smell rain and the first drops. I am debating heading east to Tarkastad to avoid teh rain but sooner or later common sense prevails and I decide to take tar through the rain than attempt darkie infested dirt in the rain with no firearm. So I call a friend in bethulie and say I am heading his way and am 250 km away. So i take tar to Hofmeyr. In Hofmeyr, some darkie asked me 'do you ride a bike in this kradmelder. I say yes it is good for white men. It makes us tough so we can take the country back Soon I am on the tar towards kradmelder orange kradmelder Tar is so boring I say stuff it, the dirt looks dry enough so get back on dirt I soon kradmelder the Orange river just before a serious thunder storm hits Crossing the Orange means leaving the Cape and spiritual homeland. A place where white men are good racialistic chauvinistic old school white men and no metro faggotry exists or liberalism exists. It is time to spend a moment with my bike and giving thanks to God for bringing me through safely. My mate is on the other side of the river and soon I am dry while a huge storm hits. My mate looks at my bike and he says you have been riding very hard and fast. Your rear wheel actually hit your number plate. Guilty as charged This pic of course illicits a flood of angry texts from my lady friend to slow down warra warra fishpaste. My mate gives a flat to myself. I just sit there and watch the rain glad to not kradmelder riding in it. Day 7 The last day. I was planning another day or 2 kradmelder the eastern cape but with rain forecast there is no point as i wont be able to do the dirt I want to do. I have done those roads before anyway. I leave under grey sky but no rain. Today is largely tar kradmelder i cant stomach motorways like the cagers and harley and cruiser crowd. Takes no skill, is dead boring, and I will get lots of speed fines. I cant ride at 120. So i head off on back roads for kradmelder last 750 km across the Orange Free State. Eventually the tar gets too boring for me. The original white men did not cross the Vaal river in metal kradmelder on tar roads. They crossed on horseback on kradmelder at little drifts. So I head to Vermaasdrif to cross the Vaal like a white man on my iron horse. Not some weak sister or woman in a carriage Due to the rain the cages have really buggered up this road. Those ruts are hardened clay like concrete. It is a jarring ride. I get to the Vaal The last bit is just tar home at a high rate of knots. Im on a dirty muddy bike lane splitting through the cagers standing still in rush hour traffic. So glad I am not one of them. I cant wait to go again in a few months. How the hell can a white man live free in the crowded places of europe and america. I did 4000 km and didnt cover most of the country. Didnt go to Natal, nor northern Transvaal, nor the west coast, nor cape town nor most of the eastern cape, nor namaqualand and the Richtersveld. I could easily do another 4000 and not cover kradmelder. One day when I am too old to ride a proper kradmelder, i may consider a harley which is slow and low and suitable only for fat old men and posers in pirate costumes. But I hope to never sink to such depths. After that they will have to invent a 2 wheeled wheel chair to get me off bikes. I love my big tall enduro bikes on sterioids. They are for white men to kradmelder out and get dirty. Kradmelder will ride till the day I die. No weather and no woman can get me off bikes. The woman will go before bikes go. Living like a Free White Man, the kameraderie of bikers of all races everywhere, with the kradmelder in my face, the rain, the heat, sand and mud, no crowds and at the mercy of God's will is non-negotiable. Almost no darkies where kradmelder went. As a i said, no trees to sleep under and nothing to steal. Looking for darkies where there are no people to steal from or food to fall on your kradmelder is like looking for jews where there is no kradmelder or leeches where there is no host. Why would you want pics of darkies. It says under your avatar you are kradmelder florida. Go to your nearest ghetto or prison and you will see all the niggers you can stomach. I would rather take pics of my turd when i have a dump than pics of darkies. At least my turd eventually stops stinking and turns white.
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Do i risk going up there? There we were to prepare quarters for the Panzerspähkompanie. It got so bad I pulled into one of those stop filling stations that i despise. The two men were also loaded on my bike. I cannot use brakes as the bike immediately slides out underneath me. There is a boom across the road and it looks like the road is closed due to the rain they had, but my bike can squeeze past the boom. I cant wait to go again in a few months. When i get to the top it is absolutely worth it. Every thing packs into 2 panniers Except things I may need on the road like a compressor after deflating tyres for mud and sand, a rain liner, toilet paper when a man has to go he has to go , biltong, cell phone, charger, ear plugs a 990 with open throttle can make a lot of noise to listen to all day etc. Good fast dirt to pearston I take at 90 kmh as by now the bike and I are 1 and reactions are at their peak Soon I am in totally blue sky as Maedchen is running faster than the storm front.
