I've been re-reading the chronicles of Thomas Covenant and it talks of white gold. White gold is a paradox which unmakes peace.
SH22 is white gold riding. It is a paradox of a road which unmakes the peace of my mind. It's close, it has low traffic volumes and follows the contours of the land in very promising ways. It should be nirvana.
Several times over the last few months I have gone adventuring along it looking for the road that it should be.
I have yet to find it.
In the summer there were tarsnakes and roadworks that just managed to foil perfection. In the autumn it was damp and greasy.
Today was to be the day, fine cool, clear and dry. I set off from the Drury end looking to get into the groove and enjoy week day riding. It started off pretty well, the last of the traffic disappeared behind me at Buckland and I had the whole road to myself.
A good run to Pukekawa promised a rare day to come, only one close encounter with a hawk to cast a slight blemish but I was feeling good and the 'pin was rumblin. Coming out of Pukekawa and heading up to the ridgeline there were a couple of driveways where dickhead cockies had spread several hundred metres of clay and cow shit along this public thoroughfare (no doubt muttering to themselves about the depredations of boi racers and diesel-spilled burnout as they did so - ah irony...).
So far so not terr......whoop! jeez! that hawk was clooose. Deep breath and onwards. Dear God - more clay and cowshit, are all bloody accessways at the apex of sweepers or what? Ignorant pillocks.
SHIT! I swear I felt that hawk brush my helmet........ahhhh no............more bloody clay.
And so it went, for kilometre after kilometre. Cowshit, clay, 7 goddamned hawks, several magpie and who knows how many suicidal quail. Its bad enough that the road is suffering from an extreme lack of maintenance - one uneven road surface sign speaks of bumps for the next kilometre - but the wildlife and rural ignorance towards other taxpayers using a public road conspired to once again deprive me of the best of SH22.
I shall return.
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