Stephanus Abelse

Cnr. Lower Main rd. and Norfolk rd., Observatory, Cape Town, South Africa

2010 / 04 / 16 16:35

‘I came from UCT (University of Cape Town) Private Academic Hospital now. I work with the maintenance team there. I’m headed home to Mannenberg now. It takes me almost an hour to get home every day, unless it’s raining or too windy, then I take a taxi. But I’m used to my bike - it keeps me fresh and on the go. I’ve been cycling since I was 25, and I’m 60 now. But this is my daughter’s bike, she got it from someone else. They said it came from Germany. It’s still got the old white-wall tires. I sold my bike to somebody else, it was starting to give me problems. I don’t want my daughter to ride. She does ride around the flats, but not on the road. Too dangerous. I mean, I can rather trust myself because I know how to brake and get out of the way of the cars. When it gets too dangerous then I just ride on the pavement. The taxi’s, they are the dangerous ones. There was one day when a taxi came behind me, I looked at him in my mirror, he wanted to stop here in front of me but he can’t wait, and then he just nicked me on the handlebar. And I just looked at him and said, “Can’t you see? I was in front of you and you just swerved into me.” He just swore at me... I put this mirror on. It was an old motorbike mirror. About 2 weeks ago the bike fell over and my mirror cracked. I cut a new mirror myself - just sandpaper the edges, put it in and put some silicon on. I’m so used to it. I don’t ride like this, looking over my shoulder, I rather keep my eye on the mirror.’

Stan Engelbrecht

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