This is a post from an old blog, I just dug it out, because there is a lot going on and I’m feeling sentimental.

I thought I’d just transcribe my speech for those at the wedding, who could not decipher my babbling.

brett_amandaI am stoked. I think that the lat time I said that – with feeling – was at my own wedding.

I really mean it:- Like a surfer gets the stoke, or that feeling a free rider gets at 70km/h on the gnarliest A-line he’s ever riden in his life. Or waking up next to the person you love and knowing it’s all good. A huge emotion, that overwhelms. There are no words in this world to explane how stoked I am for you- Mr and Mrs Dovey.

This day, our lives, it’s all a brilliant testiment to the goodness of our savior. To the greatness of things we don’t understand. God is amazing: He took Amanda and I to the very edge, to where we had to be on our knees. And then He brought us through, He has given us blessing after Blessing, and as I look back, I see His timing is perfect.

Steph and I have been married for 5 years next Saturday and will soon start a new adventure in our lives. Brett and Amanda start their new adventure today and I have faith that God will be there to see them – and us – through. Read More →

Let me start by saying that I am not looking for you to answer this with your opinion, just getting it off my chest, so I can work it out.

Steph and I have talked about moving to Germany, on and off for a long time. Last year when we got to travel there together, it re-sparked (can you say re-sparked) the conversation. Being out side of South Africa for the first time in my life made me see how different things really are. I realized how safe people can really feel. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that crime doesn’t happen outside of Africa, but we did feel safer.

Joburg-skyline

The talks backed off as we settled into the idea of living in JoBurg and started to love being close to family. I got a pretty good job and Steph had lots to do, so we kind of stopped thinking about moving. We started working hard on our house, to make it feel more like our space, our home. We settled for the fact that this is where we are meant to be. Read More →

We asked Alasdair to tell us the story of his  racing DH, and I bit about the struggle he’s been through to be a top racer. Al is a man of few words and a really positive guy, so he didn’t have a lot to say, but what he said was very insightful. Here are his words.

I’ve been in love with bikes since I was a child. When I got into downhill mountain bike racing it was an unreal feeling. I became addicted to the sport!

Alasdair flying at Worlds View DH corse, on a Mongoose Black Diamond

Alasdair flying at Worlds View DH corse, on a Mongoose Black Diamond

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In the Pursuit of Happiness…

And not just world domination. SO more media of old has been inspiring me to write. The second half of this story is about the pursuit of happiness and what that really means, or what it means to me. Are happiness and money directly related? Will having lots of money make me really happy? I don’t know. I mean money doesn’t buy happiness, but it can buy things, that can make you feel happy. Does that really make any difference in the long run?

The Joy of Following Through with Your Dream

The Joy of Following Through with Your Dream

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I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a long time now, and I think it’s about time to get it out. I mean it has been nearly two years since our little girl was born. I also just happened to be listening to some old Metallica on the trip down from JoBurg, with out Steph and Elli and realised that things have changed, but there is a bit of pain that has gone with that change.

Let me start at the beginning, way back when I had everything worked out, or so I thought. Back when I was sure I would never be a dad and when all that mattered was living in KZN, riding bikes and making it through each month with a little cash for a take-away and a bottle of wine. We just believed so strongly that we would never be parents, that we skated through and didn’t much care if work was crap and bosses sucked, as long as we could have our house, with a DH track in the back.

Worst race I ever did in JoBurg.
Worst race I ever did in JoBurg. Read More →