18 months since my last blog...guess this one is o/due I was going to write about the trip up to site yesterday....cept the story starts in Rolleston 2 weeks ago...on the way to the airport to return to work. Suitcase was a little light for the return, so off to the supermarket to stock up with essentials....gluten free pasta, gf biscuits, gf caramel slice, gf....you get the drift, GF foods are scarce here in Urkadurkastan....then to Henry's for a couple of bottles of Bundy for the ...
It is so easy to give away your precious time to everyone but yourself. How many of us know this, yet ignore the signs and battle on anyway? Do we realise the cost we impose on ourselves? We work, eat, sleep and recycle the pattern...that’s how my last 2 years have been anyway. And now it’s my time. Time for me to be myself and not have to care what anyone thinks of my comments, or what my statements may mean, time that I can no longer care if anyone misinterprets my attempts ...
The alarm rang at 7am, but I was actually already awake, waking with a start at 6.55am, thinking I might have slept in. I wanted to sleep however, so I snoozed the alarm twice. Fortunately, I didn’t sleep any more, getting up, having a remaining apple from a previous breakfast, for breakfast. I chucked all my gear into my combination of bags, as I needed to re-pack at the warehouse anyway. I was down at the bike and ready to go by 8.15am and we left at 8.30am for the warehouse. ...
The alarm rings at 7.30am. What was a good idea last night, to perhaps follow the group into LA is now a real bad idea. I reset the alarm for 8.30am. When it rings the 2nd time, I get up and have the complimentary breakfast in the office. It’s cereal, pastries, juice, the usual stuff. Back to my room, I spend an hour and a half writing blogs. The extra effort is paying off, and I only have 2 days to write. I still need to post most of them however. I then pack, and taking advantage ...
Originally Posted by Hanne When you ride your bike everywhere you sometimes miss out on the simple pleasures that car drivers take for granted... This is my account of what it's like to 'taste the other side'
After another couple of quiet winter weeks, we broke the rides drought with a local poker run ride today. Don’s usual format for poker runs includes a bit of orienteering to find innocuous landmarks to obtain answers to trivia we should all know....if we’re drinkers of Tui!....which reminds me....did you know what Henry Wagstaff invented? Anyway, last week, after a short Rodeo practice session with a half dozen riders, I needed a blowout so I nipped over the hill to visit me mum. ...
The alarm was set to ring at 7.30am to have the bag at the van before 8pm. Dave was up and about, opening the curtains, turning up the TV and generally making plenty of noise shortly after 7am, so sleep was out of the question. I turned off the alarm and took the bag down to the van, where plenty of discussion was taking place. It was a strange morning… there was seafog and it was… uh… what’s the word again? Cold, that’s right. The bags for the San Francisco ...
Now that Henderson Motorcycles is gone, can anyone tell me where in West Auckland to take my kids PW50, after 25 years of love and teaching at least 40 people to ride, it is having its first starting issues, i.e. she wont start!
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