As the sun painted the South African sky, I clipped into my pedals—a mere mortal ready to tackle 173 kilometers of gravel glory. The Eroica South Africa event awaited, and my trusty #RookScout stood by my side. It wasn’t just a bike; it was my co-conspirator in adventure. And this time, it felt different—a bit like meeting an old friend in a new disguise.
The Scout’s sleek frame whispered encouragement as we danced through hills and potholes. It had a sense of humor too—like that time it nudged me, saying, “Watch out for that rock! I’ve got your back, but potholes? Nah, they’re on their own.” But what truly set this ride apart was the fact that I’d done Eroica four times before. Yet, with the Rook Scout beneath me, it felt like a fresh start—a chance to rediscover the thrill of the unknown.
Gravel trails taught resilience. Triumphs were celebrated, but it was the struggles—the gritty, teeth-clenching moments—that etched themselves into my memory. The Scout reminded me that growth lies beyond comfort zones. And yes, it probably overheard my internal monologue during that brutal hill (Ouberg Pass Montagu): “Why did I sign up for this? Oh right, because I’m a gravel glutton.” But this time, it added a new line: “And because the Rook Scout deserves an epic adventure.”
To all dreamers and adventurers, I raise my helmet. May you find your own Eroica—a moment that transcends the ordinary. And may the Rook Scout be there, silently cheering you on as you explore uncharted paths. Keep riding, keep exploring, and embrace the beauty of the unknown.
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to the talented photographer, @jess_meniere, for capturing the essence of our gravel adventure. And to our partners: @cadencenutrition, @firstascentcycling, and @firstascentsa—for fueling my passion, providing energy bars that taste suspiciously like chocolate, and making sure our cycling shorts don’t ride up.
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