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Cape Epic, Cape Country Road Celebration
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| There are few things more satisfying than an early(ish) morning blast along a great road, preferably winding over a mountain pass or three (or even four!) with beautiful scenery to enjoy (in between corners, of course).
This was effectively proven by the success of our previously reported Three Passes Run (or two or four depending on the company). So supporting the old principle that more of a good thing can seldom be a bad thing – the Cape Epic was born – a celebration of Alfa Romeo and some brilliant country roads.
Gentlemen start your engines: Parow, Stellenbosch via Polkadraai, blast up Helshoogte (finally the Giulia is handling like an Alfa and Helshoogte can be attacked without the tyres wailing like hysterical banshies all the way up!! I guess it was too much to expect to stay ahead of Mike’s GTV6 though…) Toddle through Franschoek so the patrons can appreciate the Italian syle, then full bore over Franschhoek pass, scaring some wayward & suicidal motorcyclists on the way down (some of us making the mandatory nausia stop half way down to maintain essential in-car hygiene). But no the fun’s still not over: right at the T-junction, over the always spectacular Theewaterskloof dam and along some marvelous winding roads through plantations and orchards over Viljoen’s Pass and into Grabouw. From there to the spectacular Grabouw country club for a great (and very cheap meal) and even better company. Thanks again to Renato Marchetti for keeping those of us lucky enough to be at your table, laughing and entertained with great anecdotes and humour.
Of course some of us just don’t know when to stop – so not wanting a great day to end, a few silly ones decided that the long way home – Houwhoek Pass (hehehe) Botriver, Kleinmond, Rooiels, Gordonsbay and ocean views was a far better way home than the boring old N2. Easily lured by promises of unseen classics, bits of airplane, jukeboxes and red wine in a hidden cellar (actually the secret gathering place of an underground society – probably a lost order of the free masons) we stopped over in Somerset West on John Smith’s invitation and only left MUCH later – in the dark and in the rain … and shum of ush (who shall remain namelesh) mush lesch shober than when we arrived. All I can say is: don’t miss an upcoming invite to John’s place. I’m not sure if he’ll tell you about the cellar though – once you know we might have kill you…
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