Milts
13th March 2011, 14:17
Having divided most of my time between work and my flatmates, I haven't had a good ride in ages. Given the forcast for today I decided to make the time to check out Western Lake Road, somewhere I've never ridden but have always intended to.
Sleep in and wake up to the sunniest day we've had in what seems like months. Gear on, head out along SH2, and spot a sign saying "drivers - look out for motorcyclists". A nice change from the "no place to race" ones I'm used to.
Fuel up the Triumph at the bottom of the Rimutakas, and follow a very shiney Ducati 1198 up the south side - that is until he left me in his dust. Heading down the north side I have no fewer than three cars pull over and wave me past. Thumbs up to all of them.
Stop in Featherston to check the tire pressures and get a drink, and the station is playing "Born to be Wild" (seriously). Find Western Lake Road, no traffic, and everything becomes a blur (figuratively speaking, of course). By the time I get to the end and turn around I've forgotten all about ACC, registration costs, work, Katman - I couldn't have asked for a better ride. Even the hot leathers fail to bother me. I can't believe I've never come along here before, but it's now top of my list of rides.
Wave to what must have been hundreds of motorcyclists as I cruise home and enjoy the views of the Wellington region. Also waved to a cop who was sitting in his car with his lazer out, and he waved back.
Fuck life's good. I'll have to take a camera next time.
Sleep in and wake up to the sunniest day we've had in what seems like months. Gear on, head out along SH2, and spot a sign saying "drivers - look out for motorcyclists". A nice change from the "no place to race" ones I'm used to.
Fuel up the Triumph at the bottom of the Rimutakas, and follow a very shiney Ducati 1198 up the south side - that is until he left me in his dust. Heading down the north side I have no fewer than three cars pull over and wave me past. Thumbs up to all of them.
Stop in Featherston to check the tire pressures and get a drink, and the station is playing "Born to be Wild" (seriously). Find Western Lake Road, no traffic, and everything becomes a blur (figuratively speaking, of course). By the time I get to the end and turn around I've forgotten all about ACC, registration costs, work, Katman - I couldn't have asked for a better ride. Even the hot leathers fail to bother me. I can't believe I've never come along here before, but it's now top of my list of rides.
Wave to what must have been hundreds of motorcyclists as I cruise home and enjoy the views of the Wellington region. Also waved to a cop who was sitting in his car with his lazer out, and he waved back.
Fuck life's good. I'll have to take a camera next time.