This is going to take some time, but there's no time like the present. We have already started a campaign on our social media platform which has a following of 34000 people and in time the plan is to create an awareness that is wrong to deface a road sign in any way - including adding a sticker. Eventually a road sign ends up looking really messy. We are innovating a plan for responsible and caring enthusiasts of our mountain passes to foster a sign over a 5 year period. This will include a dedicated page on our website allowing for substantial advertising opportunites for business owners as well as via our social media platforms (34000 followers).
Reflections of my life
1953. It was a long and eventful year.
This photo of my father dates back to about 1943 - ten years before the Christmas story I’m about to relate.
Winston Angus Roberts (as I’ve mentioned before) was half English, half Italian. The Italian gene ran strong and dominated the majority of the family members, with one of my uncles (Hugh) and myself being notable exceptions. All this is merely a preamble of stories to come.
It was about two weeks after Christmas. I remember it well, as the discarded pine tree from the lounge had been dumped next to the garage. It was wilting in the Karoo heat.
The corrugated iron garage mentioned in yesterday’s story once again becomes the scene of the crime.
In the harsh light of noon in the Karoo, anyone driving into that gloomy garage was to all intents and purposes, unsighted and it was only the familiarity of the layout that allowed Winston to drive the 36 Chev into the the garage and stop exactly in time before crashing into anything. It was impossible for the human eye to adjust to the rapid change of light.
I, of course, had no ability to rationalize all that out when I was four.
There were two empty 44 gallon steel drums in the garage, stacked right at the far end. I figured it would be a cool idea to move those two drums to the front of the garage, just inside the shadow line. I have no idea what I was thinking at the time. Yet, there must have been some thought that went into such an elaborate plan.
Just after 1 pm Winston arrived home for lunch in the Chevy and drove through the open gates and into the garage which was open. The results were spectacular in every sense. The front bumper hit both drums simultaneously and sent them crashing to the cement floor, causing a din that most of the town could hear.
Then came the roar “Carlo, what have you done this time?”
My brother very quickly proclaimed his innocence, at which point my father looked at me and I meekly admitted guilt.
Winston reached down and snapped a branch off that old Christmas tree and gave me one of the worst hidings of my life. The marks from the pine needles were imprinted on my buttocks for several days.
- Berg en Daal - A trip through the time machine from 1853 to 1957 - including Part 1 of Bain’s Kloof Pass
Pass of the Week
Last weekend we refurbished the summit sign of this amazing old pass, so steeped in rich history. It made me realize just what an astonishing piece of road engineering it was in its day - 1853. We have multiple videos covering every aspect of this beautiful pass for you to cyber drive.
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Words of Wisdom: "People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are usually the ones who do" ~ Rob Siltanen.