
One gate on the old Warden road
My father bought a single Nissan CM12 in 1997 and carried maize between Harrismith and Durban with it. I did my first solo trip on that truck at nineteen, in the rain, and got to the harbour eleven hours late because I would not overtake anything on Van Reenen. We are still on the same piece of ground, except that there are now six workshop bays on it and a diesel tank that holds forty thousand litres. My sister runs the office, my wife does the cross-border paperwork, and the man who taught me to reverse a trailer still drives the Cape run for us. Nobody here is trying to build a national carrier. We would rather be the yard that answers the phone at half past four on a Friday, which is when most of the trouble on this route actually starts.









