General Bike Ravings

Well, the day started quite slowly, I was mooching around the demesne as you do wondering what on earth to do with my day. I was content to putter around on the computer doing all sorts of mundane tasks such as emailing, playing online browser games, surfing KB and chatting away to people on MSN.

Up pops TOTO who is in the mood for a ride, but not with any particular destination decided upon. Of course he asks me and I blithely blurt out that a Coro loop would be just the ticket for ...

Now please I ask for your forbearance and patience in regards to my musings for Monday, in hindsight, which is always perfect and wonderful, I would have done things scantly different. As those who know me, I have a predilection for being able to use any pretext, no matter how flimsy as an excuse to go ride my bike.

I am reminded of an old samurai/ronin apocryphal story where a lone samurai (I shall dispense with the ronin appellation since samurai evokes a much more epic sentiment) ...

Well it has been a wee whiles my dear reader where I have made an entry into my daily riding log.

Forgive my trespass as an itinerant mendicant of motorisation!

After the tremulous discord that is known as Christmas, the pall of the seasons festivities had passed as a dark cloud of rain upon a lovely patch of road you are riding.

Boxing day I was free to embark on anything I cared to do after the repast of leftovers was consumed at lunch. I geared up, ...

Well late last night, a certain KBer by the name of Gremlin whom I was chatting to on MSN decided to go on a bit of a night ride. He was keen as punch to take his Katoom o'doom, with the name of Katey around the Coro with me at night!

It was a marriage of convenience. I had +90% bulbs that I wanted to road test, and he had a hankering to make up for some lost riding time on his languishing KTM.

As I waited for this esteemed rider of some renown to turn up, I contented ...

This morning, I was confronted by the spectre of having a broken day of riding, oh the agony of it all! Family responsibilities and other such hum drum necessities of life does intrude on one's riding desires!

Suffice to say my good reader that I am contracted to work for a goodly number of hours in the family business, to wit : being a short order cook, serving up a palatable array of consumables to customers for remittances. This will entail me curtailing my desire to "ride as far ...

Well this morning, the gear was hung out to dry on the line early, to allow the zephyr winds to wick away the rain's wickedness the previous night. Gloves stashed strategically on the Big Ol'Hornet's motor was retrieved and left on the warm concrete floor. Boots previously filled with water, were now more dry than damp, also left on the warm concrete floor to keep the gloves company.

As the morning rolled its way, I had cleared my chores and looked forward to where I wanted to go. ...

Well, to cap the night off, caught up with TOTO, Sharry and a new rider to the swarm; Carlosliu.

Carlos turned up second and we had a good chin wag and some ice cream as we waited for any others to arrive. Sharry arrived next sans cash or debit card so in a gallant display of chivalry, I offered to be a temporary wallet for her

As time ticked to the seven on the town hall's clock, we mounted up and tootled melodiously to Mission bay via Auckland Domain, ...

Well, this day finds me early at school to sort out the detritus from this years student body. The robust representation of their work is all boxed up, bagged and thrown into a dark, dusty corner.

Oh, if only it was Hogwarts, then I could toss the students to Cerebus the three headed hell dog.

After completing my rounds, I chirpled home to change into my usual red camo ninja pajamas and refueled the beasty. All roads beckoned, the day plentiful in vast dollops of splendid ...