MD
24th January 2011, 19:45
How two days of weather can differ. I rode from Wgtn to Hamilton on Saturday (22/01/11) via HW4, Wanganui-Taumaranui-Te Awamutu. Rode back to Wgtn on HW1 the next day.
Left on Saturday in a rush, didn't bother to pack my rain gear and expecting hot weather I packed light clothes. Mistake One.
Perfect ride up, warm, dry beaut scenery, fantastic biking roads (the Para Paras rock) and north of Taumaranui you can hussle along at a great pace on empty roads.
But, yeah, it rained somewhat on Sunday. So I made a desperate dash to a red shed for whatever rain coat/leggings I could get. Wasted a few bucks I can tell you. A pack of tissue papers would have done a better job.
So ten minutes from Hamilton and I'm riding in torrential rain knowing that this is all I will see for the next 6 odd hours. Having serious doubts about continuing. But hey it's summer, what's a few warm showers. Mistake Two.
20 minutes into trip and I'm copped as I pull in from overtaking a prick in a van slowing towing a trailer with a tail back to be proud of. Mistake Three. Did you see the van I had just passed Orificer. Nah, what van. Did you see the queue behind him Orificer. No. Did you notice I picked a safe place to pass. Doesn't matter he says, you can't exceed 100 no matter what. I should have asked him if he had eyes or a brain to go with his arsehole. Oh and he didn't get out of his car, too wet.
45 minutes in and whenever I brake or slow suddenly water pooling around my elbows rushes forward into my gloves - yuck.
60 minutes and it's that warm pleasant feeling of knowing your undies are totally soaked, boots filled with water and gloves as heavy as lead.
To ensure there's no chance that I might enjoy myself the temperature keeps falling. Oh yeah, thanks, cold on top of wet and bugger all visibilty through the rain.
By Taupo things were looking grim. Flooding everywhere. I was too wet to dismount so I rode without a stop from Hammy to Waiouru. Had to gas up. Got off bike and people laughed as loads of water poured out my sleeves when I took my gloves off and lowered my arms. It was funny to watch. Go in to pay and leave a big puddle in the shop. I did pack another pair off gloves so it was time to put them on. Dry and warm hands felt so good..for an hour or so anyway until they gave up.
Desert road was close to closure I'd say. Slips coming down on corners. A car spun into a bank being towed out. Then the flooded fords. Cops had the traffic down to single vehicle crossings at a time. Only about 10-12 inches of flowing water across the roads but by now I was absolutely frozen to the bone and worried about how much more water can a bike take before it dies. I didn't need to wonder. The answer was quite soon. By Bulls the motor started to splutter a bit, steadily got worse but like me the bike just wanted to get the hell home and out of this downpour.
Surprised me to see a few other Riders battling the rain on the Desert Rd. Bloody Idiots, what were they thinking. Doh, same as me I suppose - a bit of rain can't hurt.
That would have to have been one of the most miserable rides I've had. By the time I reached home I really struggled to get myself off the bike! I had been shivering so long I had stomach cramps and couldn't straighten up. A WARM BATH WAS MAGIC!
So the lesson for today was - always pack for winter, even in January.
Left on Saturday in a rush, didn't bother to pack my rain gear and expecting hot weather I packed light clothes. Mistake One.
Perfect ride up, warm, dry beaut scenery, fantastic biking roads (the Para Paras rock) and north of Taumaranui you can hussle along at a great pace on empty roads.
But, yeah, it rained somewhat on Sunday. So I made a desperate dash to a red shed for whatever rain coat/leggings I could get. Wasted a few bucks I can tell you. A pack of tissue papers would have done a better job.
So ten minutes from Hamilton and I'm riding in torrential rain knowing that this is all I will see for the next 6 odd hours. Having serious doubts about continuing. But hey it's summer, what's a few warm showers. Mistake Two.
20 minutes into trip and I'm copped as I pull in from overtaking a prick in a van slowing towing a trailer with a tail back to be proud of. Mistake Three. Did you see the van I had just passed Orificer. Nah, what van. Did you see the queue behind him Orificer. No. Did you notice I picked a safe place to pass. Doesn't matter he says, you can't exceed 100 no matter what. I should have asked him if he had eyes or a brain to go with his arsehole. Oh and he didn't get out of his car, too wet.
45 minutes in and whenever I brake or slow suddenly water pooling around my elbows rushes forward into my gloves - yuck.
60 minutes and it's that warm pleasant feeling of knowing your undies are totally soaked, boots filled with water and gloves as heavy as lead.
To ensure there's no chance that I might enjoy myself the temperature keeps falling. Oh yeah, thanks, cold on top of wet and bugger all visibilty through the rain.
By Taupo things were looking grim. Flooding everywhere. I was too wet to dismount so I rode without a stop from Hammy to Waiouru. Had to gas up. Got off bike and people laughed as loads of water poured out my sleeves when I took my gloves off and lowered my arms. It was funny to watch. Go in to pay and leave a big puddle in the shop. I did pack another pair off gloves so it was time to put them on. Dry and warm hands felt so good..for an hour or so anyway until they gave up.
Desert road was close to closure I'd say. Slips coming down on corners. A car spun into a bank being towed out. Then the flooded fords. Cops had the traffic down to single vehicle crossings at a time. Only about 10-12 inches of flowing water across the roads but by now I was absolutely frozen to the bone and worried about how much more water can a bike take before it dies. I didn't need to wonder. The answer was quite soon. By Bulls the motor started to splutter a bit, steadily got worse but like me the bike just wanted to get the hell home and out of this downpour.
Surprised me to see a few other Riders battling the rain on the Desert Rd. Bloody Idiots, what were they thinking. Doh, same as me I suppose - a bit of rain can't hurt.
That would have to have been one of the most miserable rides I've had. By the time I reached home I really struggled to get myself off the bike! I had been shivering so long I had stomach cramps and couldn't straighten up. A WARM BATH WAS MAGIC!
So the lesson for today was - always pack for winter, even in January.