I am no weekend warrior and nor do I, like you, approve of what they do. Nor am I a pessimist. On all of the tracks I have mentioned and on many others, I have come across many single vehicles and would you believe that the oldest lone driver I came across was a 73 year old lady doing a trip across the cape, with corrugations like crazy.
She was completing the trip that her husband was gunna do before he died of a heart attack at 69 years old... it was her last farewell to him. We both sat around a campfire on the side of the road toward the end of our on our own trips and drank a champagne salute to him. Next morning, she said to me that she had completed her obligation to him and that she could now let him go.
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