I thought I'd share with you one of those moments when your (my) life genuinely flashes before your (my) eyes.
I spent a great long weekend travelling from Christchurch north via Kaikoura to Nelson and then the following day from Nelson, via Havelock on towards Westport. Fantastic riding roads (apart from melting tarmac!), great scenery and good company.
On the second day of my trip my friend and I set off late from Nelson having spent far too much time on Sat night partaking in the local pubs and biker clubs hospitality. As such we hit the Buller Gorge at around 6pm.
After taking our time enjoying the views we upped the pace somewhat through the Buller. I was in the lead and enjoyed the relatively traffic and cop free roads, pushing my mates hired VFR 800 quite hard into corners and enjoying every minute of the bum hanging off seat long sweeping corners that the gorge is much famed for. That was until I came across a long left hander. Setting myself up nicely to the right of my lane and adjusting my body position ready for the corner I was wary of the fact that on my left there was a shear drop. A drop that would take some surviving unless my guardian angel gave me a piggy back ride on the way down.
As soon as I entered the corner I suddenly went blind, and for about 2 seconds I wasn’t sure whether this was through some biological malfunction of my own body or something else. Out of the corner of my eye I then noticed what looked very much like the roads center line which I had just crossed, directly into the path of an oncoming moving shape, a shape that unfortunately was moving towards me. I counter-steered as hard as I could scraping the VFR's virgin peg and my left boot on the tarmac. I missed the object, which by this time had flown by me with inches to spare. All I thought was, "shit, my wife, kids etc etc etc” and I honestly thought I saw them for a brief moment.
It was about a second later when my sight returned, that I realised that the temporary blindness was caused by a combination of low light level caused by overhanging foliage and the light blocking properties of my iridium visor
I was stunned to say the least. I never ride at dusk or at night with my iridium visor on my helmet, always choosing to exchange it for my clear one which is I normally keep handy. But up until this corner I had no warning whatsoever that the light levels were likely to be low enough to cause any problems. It took a bit of native bush casting a shadow over the road to teach me a lesson.
Sorry if I've bored you, but if there's a chance that someone out there can avoid the same brown trouser moment or worse by avoiding a similar occurrence then all's good.
Thanks for reading this
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