December 1978 - Friend Otto Oehley (Honda CB750K) and my Honda CB500Four on Second Beach, Port St Johns. Otto was still recovering from an ambush in the Angola/South West Africa Border War after his armoured vehicle was hit by an RPG7 shell. I can remember him sitting on the beach and popping out shrapnel bits from under his skin like pimples. When passers by enquired about his wounds, he always joked: "My ma hit me with a garden rake, she wrestles for the orphanage."  Unfortunately, to the shock of all who knew him, he soon committed suicide.

December 1979 - My Honda 500 chopper on the road to Port St Johns Third Beach with Second Beach in the background. Roads like these proved that my welding is not that bad, and I have a good dentist.

Port St Johns, 2nd Beach, perhaps my most favorite beach.

The view from our seaside cottage for 15 years, Second Beach, Port St Johns. As from 1976, during Transkei "Independence" my parents did not go there anymore, but I got myself wheels and went there for years thereafter. The decaying of the region in the next two decades proved Roger Waters' lyric: "give any one species too much rope and they'll f... it up."

Port St Johns artwork on a T-shirt. Whenever I did a landscape painting on anything from a motorcycle tank to a T-shirt, I could not resist 2nd Beach, which comes up in my mind automatically when I think of a beach scene.

December 1980 - My Yamaha XS1100 Special next to the Caca River bridge on the way to Port St Johns. For 15 years, on my father's annual holiday during a twelve hour trip from Bloemfontein to Port St. Johns, we always stopped here for breakfast and a "kaka".

December 1980 - My Yamaha XS1100 Special on the old dirt road near Port St Johns with Mlengane, the execution rock in the background. In the good old days tribal perpetrators were bungy jumping from this rock -  no strings attached.

April 1981 - Pietro and Midnight Special at a lookout point near Grahams Town on our way to Port Alfred. Pietro wasn't on speaking terms at this stage. The previous night I did a 45° wheelie down Aliwal North's main street with her on the back. She wasn't impressed at all. We were still dating then. Because I love her so much, I promised never to do a wheelie again with her on the back. One year later we got married to be this family 18 years later. 

Curious youngster at Jamestown. By the way he was amused by the rear view mirror, he most probably saw himself for the first time.

December 1984 - Pietro and Midnight Special at Willows Camping site near windy Port Elizabeth. She could travel on the Midnight's pillion seat for days and kilos on end, but not on the Moto Guzzi Le Mans' seat. Apparently it feels like riding on a broomstick.