Sheryll Grobler, crew from Stn 6, Port Elizabeth travelled to Cape Town to ride in the Argus Cycle tour, and landing up with car trouble late on Saturday she did not know where to turn. This is her story.
It was with great excitement that we arrived in Cape Town on Saturday 12th March. We (my Dad, brother Gary and I ) were geared for The Pick ‘n Pay Argus cycle tour and had a great time going through the registration process. We spent a good few hours eyeing out all types of cycling goodies, stopping to talk to fellow cyclists and talking about items at the expo.
Soon it was time to head back to the hotel for lunch. On starting the car a problem was obvious. My brother’s Golf 4 sounded more like a Volksie…
We limped back to the hotel and made a few calls, eventually finding a shop with the parts that we needed.
Thanks to a fellow cyclist from our cycling club, my brother managed to get out to Kraaifontein for the new lead and spark plug needed.
Now came the guessing game. Was it the lead or the spark plug? And which one of the four was it? After deduction, it was definitely the spark plug and as ‘Murphy’ would have it, it was the one at the bottom. The one that needed the extension on the ratchet of the spark plug spanner that we did not have.
At a loss as where to find a spark plug spanner at 16:45 on a Saturday afternoon, our dinner plans were cancelled.
It then dawned on me that I had an extended family in Cape Town: Sea Rescue. If anyone would have access to a spark plug spanner, it would be the crew. Hastily I rang up the first number I found in the telephone book.
The call was answered! I spoke to a friendly man by the name of Ian who listened to my problem. Without skipping a beat, he said he had just the spanner in his car and could be with me in five minutes. I really did not expect such a quick response.
I told my Dad and brother who where impressed with the fast offer of assistance after asking me: “Say that again! Here in 5 minutes?”.
As he said, Ian met us in the front parking of the hotel in 5 min. It then dawned on me as Ian got out of his vehicle that this was not ‘crewman Ian’, this was – eeek! – The CEO Ian! Still not believing my eyes, I asked and he said he was indeed Ian Wienburg.
He handed my brother the tools and within minutes he had the golf purring like it should. Were we delighted. But, man! Was I proud. Knowing that the camaraderie that runs at my station is not unique. Its the life breath that starts at the top of Sea Rescue and runs deep through all the stations.
My brother and I on returning to our room, teased my dad that we couldn’t get the car going … and then with glee I told him that it was all ok and that we were assisted by none other than the CEO of Sea Rescue!
He looked at me suitably impressed and I couldn’t help but say: ‘It’s what we do and how we roll!’
Sheryll Grobler, Stn 6 PE