I had an awful day yesterday. I happened to look up an old friend in Facebook and saw something that was really hard to see. That combined with a extremely busy week at work got me a bit down.
What's this got to do with bikes. This is off-topic. I hear the sirens calling. Well here it comes. I'm feeling much better today. As if a slither of hope is peeking through the blinds. I rode home from work and it was a beautiful evening. The temperature was just right. The bike was going where I pointed it (which believe me isn't always the case). The sun was setting over the horizon. It's normally a 40 minute trip home, but today it took a wee bit longer.
I rode out to Shakespear. Road along the grass at the top of the dunes for the length of Te Haruri Bay. I know I was probably breaking some council bylaw, but it was really beautiful. I stopped, turned off my engine and just watched the deep blue sea lapping the sand while I sat on my bike overlooking the beach. I wish I'd had my camera. To be there on my bike and not just wandering around on foot made it all the more magical.
I explored some of the roads between Army Bay and Gulf Harbour that I haven't seen in a long time. Clayden Rd, Roberts Road, and then the icing on the cake: Hobbs Road. I want a house in Hobbs Road. It must be the only road left in Whangaparaoa that is still as it was when I was growing up. The Whangaparaoa of old. Before it turned into and extension of the North Shore. The open bush and tracks that I used to ride my pushbike along. The total lack of traffic lights. I miss that place. I wish it were there to ride my motorbike through now.
A evening like tonight - life is good on a motorbike. Now I need to clean the house. :-(
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