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Well, we met at the bottom of the Haywards - the other guys were on 1100's and I had my 750 and the handbrake (oops I mean my dearly beloved wife of course)

So we turn left and behave ourselves valiantly up to the top where we stop long enough for a ciggy and some bs with the other riders.

Heading down into the 'rapa side we get stuck behind some stubborn cagers doing sweet fuck all over snail pace - even my uber conservative missy is like 'wtf get past these ...

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98 Winters, and 97 Summers.

Nana's had a good one alright, seen 5 offspring multiply into god only knows how many grand/greatgrand (and great great too I think)kids... many of whom ride.

From Dads ol' Ariel Red Hunter, to the 250 I am building for my boy, it all started with Nana.

She has entered her final sleep, and will pass anytime soon, we are told she will not awaken again at any rate.
1st Ave in Whangarei will forever hold a fond spot in ...

Sixteen point something years ago she says 'hey guess what....daddy!' and my 1100 became an stationwagon
So this year, with 40 looming I started browsing Trademe, looking for that elusive bargain.
Next thing you know I was whizzing off down SH3 on a GSX 600F thinking 'boy, I should have got that 1100'.....
Four months later and oh how the bug has bitten.
The 600 was traded on a classic GSXR1100L, ('90 model with the upside down forks slingshot model) and as if that ...