With the Bikeoi done and dusted I headed home with a few thousand others, unlike the trip down though, the weather turned to shit as I headed north from Bulls with a couple of hundred ks to go.
I'm a pussy for sure, I don't ever set out in the rain if I can avoid it, why would I, I've had my day in the rain,years and years and hundreds if not thousands of miles being pissed on from the heavens in bleak English winters n springs n summers n autumns.
Any way, I'm thinking of the bad old days in the 70's when the rain would take precisely 2.3 minutes to find it's way to my crotch when I noticed my 2 year old, $900 jacket had turned translucent and was not only letting the water in it was bloody wicking it in.
My six month old armored Pants, never before used in the rain, were as wet on the inside as they were on the outside.
My brand new $600 waterproof boots, we're talking maiden voyage here, had water sloshing around inside within 15 minutes, I mean WTF.
The only thing that made the journey even close to bearable was a $20 warehouse yellow plastic coat that I'd fortunately stuffed under the seat for just such an occasion.
35 years on from my first drenching and I'm thinking nothings bloody changed. Waterproof still means maybe and being cold and wet for hours on end still really sucks!
But something had changed, it took me a while to put my finger on why this miserable experience was so much better than it used to be. Tired, cold fed up and wet through, struggling to see any distance in the dark through the spray, I came upon a load of debris in the road. Dunno what it was, logs, bricks, blown truck Tyre but I grabbed a hand full of brakes and they bloody well worked and I mean instantly. Way back when there was a horrendous delay whilst the brakes dried, you could literally pull the lever with all your might and nothing at all would happen!
I flung the bike left and right as I slalomed through the crap and it stayed on course like it was on rails, the tyres worked, they had worked all along at incredible lean angles, not a hint of letting go, rewind to 1976 and I'd have been on my arse for sure. A mere hint of moisture was to much in the bad old days, yet here I was doing bike acrobatics in a virtual river, incredible.
So what had really changed ,subtly and over many years was my confidence in my machine to do what was asked of it in all conditions, I had been riding at speeds and angles I couldn't have dreamed of all those years ago and despite my lousy gear I was bloody well enjoying the ride.
I rode cold wet and frightened back then, now I'm just cold n wet. I shall no longer hide from the black clouds of NZ ,riding in a deluge holds no fear for me, in fact it's an adventure, I've just got to find some bloody gear that keeps the rain out, all of the bloody rain, all of the time!![]()
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