I hope you're comfortable, because reading these posts may take up a lot of time. Consider yourself warned.
So, on sunday 18th of november I began my trip with a leisurely pootle down to Tauranga. Riding over the bombays behind a queue of cars travelling at 100km/h, I was thinking "yeah boy! I'm leaving Auckland for 2 weeks". At that point, 4 cars in front of me a car goes completely sideways across both lanes of traffic before nosing into the median barrier.I felt very vulnerable at that point - and was fortunate that everyone behaved like they actually knew how to drive - braking swiftly but not in a panic and all moved around the car in a line after checking the way was clear. How very un-Auckland.
With the nerves reset, I continued to Tauranga. I stopped in to see MadAndy and a very front-heavy MadSharon. Got a text from him this morning to say that she had given birth to their very healthy first son, Miles. Congratulations!
The following day (monday) I left Tauranga very late (1pm) on my way around the east cape to Gisborne. The weather had already set a precedent for the entire trip - fine and clear. This pic was taken between Matata and Whakatane:
After filling up at Opotiki I headed out to east cape, thinking that Te Araroa would be within easy reach, being 160km away (my NC30 does 200km's to a tank). The roads & countryside were deserted - this is about as busy as it got:
I easily made it to Te Araroa, but it was 6:15pm and the general store / gas station had closed at 6. The owner, who was taking the tank readings at the time, refused to open up one of the pumps even for an extra $20. Bastard.He eventually brushed me off by saying I could try to make it to Ruatoria as there would be an open gas station there. This turned out to be a bare-faced lie. I set off on the 45km trip to Ruatoria and only just made it there - the bike died rolling into town. I found that the gas station there was closed too, and started panicking at the thought of being stuck in Ruatoria for a night. Fortunately, the barman at the Ruatoria tavern next to the gas station was able to help me and opened up a pump for an extra $10. I offered him $20 but he refused it. By that stage I decided that it would be a good idea to wash the relief down with a Steiny pure. The only customers in the bar were me and two farmers.
After saying thank you (again) to the barman I headed for my uncle's house, 15km south of Gisborne. By the time I got there it was well & truly dark and, having never been to Tony's house before, I rode straight past it. 35km's straight past it. I only managed to get 15km's closer to Tony's house before I ran out of gas - AGAIN!!So he had to come and get me with his ute. By now it was 11pm and he'd been up since 4am spraying his orchard. Sorry uncle Tony, you'll be getting a big christmas present from your nephew this year...
Tuesday, the goal was Welly. The roads between Gisborne and the Hawke's bay were great fun; this picture was taken about 10km south of Wairoa and you can see the entire bay curving round in the distance.
Being sure to not repeat the mistakes of the previous day, I ended up making quite good time down through the Hawke's bay and Wairarapa - here I had paused for a break a few km's short of Dannevirke.
I finished off the ride to Welly with a fantastic carve down the Rimutaka hill road with the sun just dipped behind the hills.
Wednesday largely consisted of milling around in Welly waiting for the others to finish their all-day slog from Auckland. The goal was Blenheim, which after a smooth ferry crossing (with 40 other bikes) we almost got to without trouble - Jason's ZXR800 ran out of gas 1km short of Blenheim! This earned him the right to wear the high-vis "vest of shame" the following day, kindly donated to us by ACC
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