Superjerm did a time of 7.30 hours for last weeks lonesome Big Daddy ride. And no, he didn’t have any close encounters with Black Mamba’s, nor did he experience bitterly cold weather, come across unruly locals or take any bone-breaking tumbles, instead he was hounded by, wait for it, wait for it – valley fires. Big, rip-roaring valley fires. I’m so glad he only told me about this when he arrived back home because apparently the flames were tiny – about one storey high. Yuh, teeny tiny I tell you.. And with the same nonchalant tone he used to tell me about the Black Mamba attack, he proceeded to tell me about the fires. At one point he had to wait for the teeny tiny flames to cross the road before he could carry on with his ride. Kids, please don’t try this at home. It takes a very unique combination of bravery, intelligence and psychosis and if you get the ratios wrong then you might just land up a burnt marshmallow…and nobody likes burnt marshmallows…