Yes, there is a reason for posting this - first ride in what seems like forever! (but in reality, is only a couple of weeks).
And it's a beautiful day for riding!
And the D'Auckland drivers are still loonies!
And the cop that's lurking in our street this morning must've spent too long munching his donut, because he missed me (by a couple of minutes).
I guess the wackiest bit was my riding - too much excitement, and it's surprising how quickly the communtering skills are dulled by sitting in the car rather than perched on the bike.
However, there were other wackinesses, not including inserting the quietener in the Satantune, in deference to not sullying the reputations of bikers as honest, law-abiding, respectable citizens). But starting with pulling up at the lights. I'm on my own, then in a matter of seconds four other bikes pull up. An almost unprecedented gaggle of bikes!
Of course, the Suzuki rider is first away (the race is on! apparently..), but he must be a fair-weather rider, because I idle away from the lights, no particular hurry, and sail past him within seconds because he's got himself stuck in the worngA lane. (Hey - if you're gonna make a race of it, you need some tactics and cunning. And some other participants!)
All the way down Onewa Road, there's no sign of any of them, until eventually the other VFR rider comes up beside me. I've been doing this ten (10!) years now, and I can almost always get down Onewa road in "rush" hour traffic faster than someone in a hurry. Without even meaning to - it just happens.
The motorway. All three lanes doing 80km/h - or at least, it seems like it. Makes for some complicated lane changing to get past the rolling chicane(ry).
I wonder if #2Son has woken up yet, and wondered where his ride to work's gone?
Here's another wacky thing - he spent much energy rubbishing bikers and their "murdercycles", so I took that as meaning he'd rather take the bus than ride pillion again, and recently gave away all my spare gear to a fellow KBer.
It was then a bit late to tell me he "didn't mind pillioning" with me.
I need some excuses to get out'n'about today (once the mufti cops have stopped loitering outside). It's too wasteful sitting inside, writing crapola on KB when I should be writing other crapola no-one apparently ever reads.
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am on drugs.
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