Colapop
25th October 2005, 19:10
Ok, so just about everywhere in NZ is a great ride. We have so much great scenery and so many great people in this country it's hard to pin down a particular ride/location/occasion.
I thought because I'm bikeless at the moment I could live vicariously through you guys and you could relive some of your rides gone by, maybe opening up a whole new world to those of us who haven't had the opportunity to get away from the beaten track.
To get the ball rolling....
I remember when... Ok so I won't start with that, but don't expect too much poetic prose or elloquence.
I used to have to use of a mates 250 (I can't even remember the make!) but I do remember we went for a oover to the Wairarapa one fine Saturday. It's funny y'know just cruising along with your buddy on a beautiful fine sunny day and you've got nowhere to go. It's the ride there that's the journey. We shot through to Masterton pretty quickly and grabbed a couple of pies and drinks and hit the road. We turned right at Masterton and headed towards Riversdale Beach. About 1/2 way along (not sure) he took a turn to the right and headed off into the hills. Corners and hills and corners and hills later he stopped and I said "Where the f*ck are we going?" He gets off his bike and says "I'll show ya" Now, he's a good mate with a GF so I had no worries. He goes over to a gate and pushes his bike through.
The bikes are duly parked and locked to a tree (you can never be too careful - even out in the sticks). So off we go strolling along like frikken girl guides - across the fields. I'm starting to think the heats got to him a bit and he says "In here" We'd been walking next to a what looks like a washed out bank. I thought it wa just a hole (washout) but it this cave. I'm not talking Waitomo but this cave was a least big enough to stand up in. I'm starting to think this is a big leg pull and then my eyes start to adjust to the light (or lack of it). I know you may say "Big deal, glow worms" but it was cool.
The whole journey there, the wierd little stroll across the fields, and just a simple thing like some glow worms. We got home about 7:30, had a bbq and some beers in the sun. Not a super speed freak ride, didn't go to the drags, or Sturgis or something - just a great day.
I thought because I'm bikeless at the moment I could live vicariously through you guys and you could relive some of your rides gone by, maybe opening up a whole new world to those of us who haven't had the opportunity to get away from the beaten track.
To get the ball rolling....
I remember when... Ok so I won't start with that, but don't expect too much poetic prose or elloquence.
I used to have to use of a mates 250 (I can't even remember the make!) but I do remember we went for a oover to the Wairarapa one fine Saturday. It's funny y'know just cruising along with your buddy on a beautiful fine sunny day and you've got nowhere to go. It's the ride there that's the journey. We shot through to Masterton pretty quickly and grabbed a couple of pies and drinks and hit the road. We turned right at Masterton and headed towards Riversdale Beach. About 1/2 way along (not sure) he took a turn to the right and headed off into the hills. Corners and hills and corners and hills later he stopped and I said "Where the f*ck are we going?" He gets off his bike and says "I'll show ya" Now, he's a good mate with a GF so I had no worries. He goes over to a gate and pushes his bike through.
The bikes are duly parked and locked to a tree (you can never be too careful - even out in the sticks). So off we go strolling along like frikken girl guides - across the fields. I'm starting to think the heats got to him a bit and he says "In here" We'd been walking next to a what looks like a washed out bank. I thought it wa just a hole (washout) but it this cave. I'm not talking Waitomo but this cave was a least big enough to stand up in. I'm starting to think this is a big leg pull and then my eyes start to adjust to the light (or lack of it). I know you may say "Big deal, glow worms" but it was cool.
The whole journey there, the wierd little stroll across the fields, and just a simple thing like some glow worms. We got home about 7:30, had a bbq and some beers in the sun. Not a super speed freak ride, didn't go to the drags, or Sturgis or something - just a great day.