Heading nowhere in particular on a freezing winter morning our little group of intrepid bikers ended up in Walkerville, hungry and cold.
To our surprise we found the only thing that has changed in Walkerville is the addition of a fantastic little bar/restaurant named Johnny Walker.
The bar opened at 09H00 which suited us just fine as we waited till 10H00 for the kitchen to get their ducks in a row.
R50 gets you a moerse breakfast.
Having our dietary requirements met we went go see what else is happening in the deep south. We found a bunch of maniacs on really odd looking bikes trying to kill themselves on an oval racetrack made made of dirt.
Watching these guys go ’round ‘n ’round made us tired.
With the racers taking an afternoon break we decided to head on home.