General Bike Ravings

Well, today, I find myself in the earstwhile company of some fellow motorcycling stalwarts. Some new, some old to our fine lifestyle.

I had watched a thread on KB with growing interest, a group of learners/250cc riders wished to improve their skills, associate in like-minded company and to do so, in relative safety (as safe as motorcycling gets).

This morning, I pre-rode the roads towards the BP Botany, which has been the gathering spot for many a memorable ride. As ...

Well this Saturday just past my fine purveyor of online blogs and ASCII translations of thoughts, I had agreed previously to help a young lady to sort out a new ride that would suit her eminently vertically challenged stature.

Now, as we all know, it does not take much of an excuse to make one perve longingly and with wondrous examinations of a delicate curve, the rounded form, promising much and with trembling member, we are transfixed in our winsome lusts and desire ... and explore ...

Well as I find myself unwinding from the stresses of another teaching year, I noticed my milage has alarmingly decreased from what I am wont to do! Now, this just won't do gentle reader. No, it just won't do at all.

I shall put this to rights by making my usual (dis)concerted efforts into exploring the high ways, the by ways, the low ways and any ways of our fair lands. Suffice to say, I shall ride as much as I can frikk'n do!

So, I shall catalogue, reference, mark, ...

Well up at the crack of sparrow's fart and due to the late natter I had with the redoubtable gremlin (1.30am :slap

I was meant to be up at 6am, but got out around 8am ... rode around the back blocks of Papakura to get to some roads I haven't been down ... basically any road I hadn't yet managed to go down I followed!

Usual goat tracks with gravel galore on apex lines, but usual NZ stuff. Got somehow from the Hunuas to the back of SH22 and decided to take a look around ...

Its at this point in time, I am pausing to effect a small reflection of my zeal for two wheels of freedom. The CB919 aka 900 Hornet aka Big ol'Hornet has helped layer another patina of rose coloured experiences to my life.

I well remember the anticipation and petulant way I acted at Botany Honda, demanding from Richard that my bike shall be ready and on road for the next day!

Ah the halcyon day when I rode it down to Wellington and back for its maiden journey, a small ...

The musings and happenstances of a wayward motorcycling enthusiast in his short time as a new convert to this most elegant and charming of past-times. A rudimentary embellishment of experiences and post-reflection of occurences, encounters and other correspondence.

The story starts with a glint in my father's eye ... the other being temporarily weeping since a gnat had strayed into it requiring tear ducts to stream. In this state, the watery residue magnified the alluring qualities ...