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Well this day found me doing very much of nothing, being an insouciant biker, I rode my velocity contraption towards the usual pootling place of Maraetai, Whitford and towards Botany Honda. As my Big Ol'Hornet has been outfitted with a Touring Scottoiler (with twin head injectors naturally), it behooves me that it does require filling with decayed dinosaur matter every so often.

In the days of yore past, I used to go through my little ritual every 500km or so to spray lubricant onto the chain of my bike(s). I even have a rear paddock stand (which, I do find oddly named since I have never, ever used my paddock stand in a paddock, much less any surface not consisting of impacted and mixed aggregates).

Suffice to say, with charming alacrity I find myself at the quaint doorstep of Botany Honda. The usual coterie of villains and ne'er do wells were charmingly absent, Richard McF probably delving into the depths of diabolical schemes on his holiday time. A quick bottle of unguent that would refill my touring capacity to gijoe1313 pootling requirements done. From there, a quick trip to the nearest hub of commercialised clap-trap in order to satisfy my fetish for small science fiction miniatures from the aptly named Games Workshop resulted in my bank account draining with alacrity also.

Skipping ahead of the chronological time frame, I still had not filled my Oiler (it is still sufficient for me to ride anywhere in the North Island) and after a tour of duty within the family business run by my dearest mater and pater, I rode off willy-nilly into the night - it was hot, I was smelling of fish and chips and I had a perchance to find a cool imbibement to slake my thirst.

And somehow I found myself after having a lovely chat with a sweet young thing at my local servo (we do rather have a spirited conversation about our comings and goings), my front forks and +90 light were headed towards the oft derided locality of Hamilton, or the 'Tron as it is known by people of low born caste and murky manners. Now, I have often gone out of my way to actually avoid this locale, there are much better destinations in the area, reached through very interesting and biker oriented roads - but, in the usual spirit of my carefree travels, I decided to see what had changed or not on the main drag down to the 'Tron. Of course my well-travelled reader, I know what you are saying and thinking "why?" It is of course to refresh my memory and knowledge of the roading system which I often travel down. A quick period of time, with only the company of big trucks and errant motorists heading to parts unknown, I pull up into a servo to refill. A quick jaunt down the main street of the 'Tron revealed all as it should be.

The highlight of my visit to the 'Tron was utilising the public watershed conveniently placed for a slightly bladder engorged visitor from outside of the 'Tron.

Now picture this my dear reader, inside the facility, when you press the button to ensure your privacy, the opening refrain of an indistinct classical piece wafts through as you commence your ablutions. It is better than your average elevator musak, but definitely not of the charm nor elegance of an orchestral performance in a revue hall. I durst say that I was sore tempted to dally a while to hear the piece in its entirety. There is of course, a time limit where the door does automatically open, and I decided not to test this function.

Back on the bike, back to home ... and original mission to find a cool drink was roundly forgotten in my pleasure of just hopping into the saddle and ambling off to no place in particular. Well done the 'Tron! A handy place to relieve pressure on one's lower groinal area and not tempting me to stay longer than mid way through a classical piece in a public lavatory.

Oh, the sheer thrill.

Once again, dear reader, thank you for your forbearance and tolerance towards my mundane moments.

Yours humbly
gijoe1313