Learning the Art of the 4×4

Learning the Art of the 4×4

“Ah no….it isn’t….it IS….catch it…quick! Before it disappears!”. Nothing like the sight of a tick trundling across the inside of the windscreen to bring a person sharply to their senses first thing in the morning. Clearly there was a small stowaway that got away after our research group’s bakkie’s latest field trip. With some highly professional multitasking my colleague dispatched our resident blood-sucking beastie and calm was restored once more. It was very early on a chilly Cape Town winter morning and we were heading north to the West Coast suburb of Melkbosstrand to do a 4×4 course.

Exploring the West Coast on one leg

Exploring the West Coast on one leg

One tends to take the functionality of the human body for granted. Life goes on, one day to the next until suddenly something changes, pulling you up short and forcing you to re-evaluate. One fateful day in August 2012 I was knocked down by a car, thanks to the strange Capetonian paradox of a traffic light that was green for cars and pedestrians at the same time. Suddenly for nearly two months I was to be a parcel, only able to go where I was taken. For the next six months climbing mountains was forbidden.