Still with me? I admire your persistence and veracity for applying yourself to my litany of lambast to the life of the ride I like to live! So, on we shall go! From Waiouru to Taihape, there was serendipitous moment, as the snow receded, the state of the road conditions improving, a small unbidden thought came to my mind. “Cindi”. Que vera que? “Cindi”. A small voice at the back of my mind spoke to me, it was my ...
Now, I have just finished a slap up feed of lamb, roast veges and the ubiquitous lashings of mint sauce. My dearest mater is a most wondrous cook and since it is Pater’s day, she whipped up some nosh that hit the cockles of the heart just right. Pater is now mopping up the leftovers and I durst say his belt has had to be loosened a few notches somewhat. But, back to my sally into the snow drenched deposits in the dark parts of the night in Middle Earth! (oh alright, Waiouru!) ...
Now where was I? I was distracted by some enticing etchings that purport to be of some magnificent ladies in various states of repose and undress, all done in the best possible taste! Ah, but such delights for another time, I shall return to my dissertations of my diurnal wanderings ... The light snow drifts turned into rock hard hail, the fact I could feel the impacts through my layers of gear was not noticed due to a Van Halens and Deth Metal concert with a drum and bass solo reverberating ...
Back again? Most excellent, I do so enjoy your company my fine person! After all, we fellow filthy biker scum must stick together! Well, the traffic through to Otorohanga was slow, trucks were many, cars cagily driving to the conditions. I stopped there to refuel up and also stretch some bits – it has been a while since I have pootled, and a little thought popped up that the preddy is not as comfortable as my honourable Big Ol’Hornet. I would be trying to find that “sweet spot” as ...
Well I guess now is the time as good as any to tell a tale of my time with my brand new motorcycle. As you know my esteemed reader, I have recently come in possession of a fine piece of mechanical engineering. Namely one CB1000R, known as a Predator - born from the engineering workshop of an '07 Fireblade engine and modelled in the runway fashion halls of Europe. I acquired my bi-wheel locomotive contraption from those erstwhile rapscallions in Botany ...
Another weekend, another ride. Thinking of a route during the week, I didn't know what to choose. Reading the wandering comrades threads about his new bike, I thought doing some of that might appeal, but couldn't be bothered going to Wellington. I did think him suffering through snow, hail, rain etc was typical of him, but then, the weather wasn't that surprising. Reading MSTRS thread late on Friday night gave me the hatchings of a better plan, and an excuse to pop over the Napier ...
I've been telling myself I need to get back into riding. As usual with winter, the weather is crappy so not exactly appealing, and there's always some sort of work to do, so you let the riding slide. Problem is, I enjoy the long rides (600-800km, or more), so there is an element of riding fitness. Stop that sort of riding, and your fitness drops away. I don't drive, but around town riding for work or odd tasks doesn't compensate. The weekend of 22 August rolls around, and I start ...
Well normally I get on pretty well with other motorists. Actually pausing for a second I do actually have a very low threshold for fuckwits and idiots...so that might explain my reactions. I was trundling along heading out to Wellingtown aeroport this morning and was heading along Aotea Quay, through the lights, down by BP and Te Papa with a car in front of me and cars behind, left and right of me. Now we all know how when the adrenalin kicks in time slows down and ...
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