Tomorrow I am getting my road bike for The Argus. My friend’s husband (THANK YOU) has been enormously generous with his time and negotiations skills and has hounded the manufacturer with the promise of the sale of two bikes with Shimano 105 gears, in a stop start economy, and has scored us beautiful bikes at a never to be repeated price. He has managed to have the taco-meter, pedals and all sorts of extra’s thrown in. With this work being done for me, I have managed to focus my energies on more important things, like what do I call this new addition to my family?

All my vehicles have had names. My Honda in South Africa, was called Hondela, as Mandela had just been released from jail. My first Australian car was called “Waltzing Matilda” and her brakes appeared to live up to that name. My current baby is called “Gunther” because he is German and has a deep “voice”. My husband’s 4WD is called the “No Girlie Man, Kluger” after Arnold Schwarzenegger made a similar comment when he first became Governor of California. So what to call my new bike? Well, even though I only meet him tomorrow, I think his name will be “Buya Futhi Kusasa” – Zulu – which roughly means “Come Again Tomorrow”. This will reflect my Julie Andrews style of cycling, my African roots and my timing and placement in any cycle race. No need to panic, Lance Armstrong, any comeback you make with me in the peloton, is quite safe!

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