Donor
15th March 2008, 21:42
This will be pretty brief, as personally, I didn't have two wheels under me...
Arrived at the Autobahn at 0730 to meet up with a couple of mates from work, had a coffee and then they rode out to Kariotahi Beach to get ready for a hell of a ride raising funds for St John Ambulance.
One was on a C90T Boulevard, one was on a 1200 Bandit, and the other was on a Honda something or other with AMBULANCE written all over it, and loadsa medical shit in various panniers/bags.
What was I in?
A 2007 Mercedes Benz ambulance, with air con, comfy seats and a CD player - sorta like a gold wing, only much better turning circle...
So anyway, breakfast eaten, bullshit talked about bikes and stuff, free jelly beans from Star Insurance (The bastards, they put BLACK jelly beans in the packets!! ICK!!!) and then lots of bikers rode off on to the 1st check point.
I had the guy on the Ambo bikes wife in the passengers/pillions seat, so she and I decided to tag along at the back so's we could just cruise along...
I'll cut all the boring bits out and get to the meat and potatoes shite...
So me and her... we got fucking LOST after Tahuna, wound up going to Morrinsville, got run out of town with pitch forks and flaming torches for not being incestuously related nor knowing a single banjo chord between us, and somehow managed to work out how the hell the GPS unit worked, and limped to Paeroa via Te Aroha ... adding about 60km to our day...
Sigh...
So more checkpoints, more kilometers traveled, a shit load of bugs on the windscreen later and we rock into Whitianga.
Get to the Mercury Bay club, and pull in beside the Ambo bike ... to see him on the phone (in helmet comms... gotta love them!) ... next thing, he's peeling out and we're chasing him, lights and sirens to a biker who has come off.
So we pissed round for 5 mins, him, us and the local truck once they had hand cranked it and caught up to us (Merc power, ROAR!) and finally found the incident.
Biker is fine - brilliant high side (if a high side can be brilliant) and a rather sore but seemingly only bruised shoulder. So, we did the decent thing, we threw him into the locals ambulance, and pissed off to the pub to make sure everyone there was okay.
Then we came home, and nothing else happened.
In all, a good day that I fucking hated, cos I wasn't on my bike.
However, I have now technically done half the Coro loop, and have been past the Coroglen TWICE in one day.
I didn't have a beer there but. Go on, call me less of a biker... I deserve it... :no:
Anyway, my story is a bit boring, but I'm sure there had to be at least one or two other KB bods there. Let's hear the glory stories dammit, they can only be better than mine!
Oh, and here's a shitty phone camera pic of a broken and probably written off SV1000 for you to all look at and make the appropriate tut-tut sounds.
Community service be damned, I am riding in this bastard next year, come hell or high water!
Arrived at the Autobahn at 0730 to meet up with a couple of mates from work, had a coffee and then they rode out to Kariotahi Beach to get ready for a hell of a ride raising funds for St John Ambulance.
One was on a C90T Boulevard, one was on a 1200 Bandit, and the other was on a Honda something or other with AMBULANCE written all over it, and loadsa medical shit in various panniers/bags.
What was I in?
A 2007 Mercedes Benz ambulance, with air con, comfy seats and a CD player - sorta like a gold wing, only much better turning circle...
So anyway, breakfast eaten, bullshit talked about bikes and stuff, free jelly beans from Star Insurance (The bastards, they put BLACK jelly beans in the packets!! ICK!!!) and then lots of bikers rode off on to the 1st check point.
I had the guy on the Ambo bikes wife in the passengers/pillions seat, so she and I decided to tag along at the back so's we could just cruise along...
I'll cut all the boring bits out and get to the meat and potatoes shite...
So me and her... we got fucking LOST after Tahuna, wound up going to Morrinsville, got run out of town with pitch forks and flaming torches for not being incestuously related nor knowing a single banjo chord between us, and somehow managed to work out how the hell the GPS unit worked, and limped to Paeroa via Te Aroha ... adding about 60km to our day...
Sigh...
So more checkpoints, more kilometers traveled, a shit load of bugs on the windscreen later and we rock into Whitianga.
Get to the Mercury Bay club, and pull in beside the Ambo bike ... to see him on the phone (in helmet comms... gotta love them!) ... next thing, he's peeling out and we're chasing him, lights and sirens to a biker who has come off.
So we pissed round for 5 mins, him, us and the local truck once they had hand cranked it and caught up to us (Merc power, ROAR!) and finally found the incident.
Biker is fine - brilliant high side (if a high side can be brilliant) and a rather sore but seemingly only bruised shoulder. So, we did the decent thing, we threw him into the locals ambulance, and pissed off to the pub to make sure everyone there was okay.
Then we came home, and nothing else happened.
In all, a good day that I fucking hated, cos I wasn't on my bike.
However, I have now technically done half the Coro loop, and have been past the Coroglen TWICE in one day.
I didn't have a beer there but. Go on, call me less of a biker... I deserve it... :no:
Anyway, my story is a bit boring, but I'm sure there had to be at least one or two other KB bods there. Let's hear the glory stories dammit, they can only be better than mine!
Oh, and here's a shitty phone camera pic of a broken and probably written off SV1000 for you to all look at and make the appropriate tut-tut sounds.
Community service be damned, I am riding in this bastard next year, come hell or high water!