A Riversdale virgin and the masonic goat
The last day of 2009. The last day of the 21st century's first decade. The last ride of 2009.
A bunch of like-minded individuals assembled expectantly at Rimutex at the early-for-us time of 9:30am. What an eclectic bunch of bikes: four Suzukis (SV1000, Bandit 650, GS500 and Gladius), one Kawasaki (Z750), one Buell (Lightning), one Triumph (Street Triple), one Moto Guzzi (Griso 8V) and an Aprilia (Shiver). The partridge in the pear tree sadly couldn't make it.
We injected ourselves into the east-bound traffic with precision and courtesy and were soon winging our way Wairarapa-wise.
Omigod! The Fush was closed!
Dazed, we circled aimlessly attempting to concoct a Plan B. Oh the trauma!
Griso hit on a cunning plan and it was off to the Gladstone Hotel.
Gahh! Thud. That was closed too.
Z750 (who was actually riding a Shiver at the time) said the magic words "Wild Oat!" and roared off in that general direction. Nobody else wanted him eating all the pies, so a willing pursuit ensued.
Thank god, the Oat was open. Mr Oatman is very proud of his Visor Cleaning Station. He also purveyed a complimentary plate of sweeties. Bless him.
With full bellies and clean visors it was time to agree the day's ride main course.
Bandit 650 and GS500, sadly, had to return home. Fond adieus were bid by the survivors prior to fanging to Riversdale.
What a day! What a road! It was Striple's first experience of this stretch of undulating macadam, also known as a peach of a road. He seemed strangely moved by the experience.
Icecreams were consumed. Near miss accidents outside the store were observed. Scantily-clad presumably nubile women on quadbikes abounded. Not an ATGATT nazi was in sight to spoil the fun. Joy.
Spurred by the prospect of having to share a masonic goat, we decided to remount our steeds and head off to Greytown's White Swan for shandies. Our return route took in the marvellous Lee-Pakaraka Road and Parkvale.
Shandies were quaffed and motorcycle shit exchanged.
The speed limit was carefully considered at all times. No animals (apart from low-flying insects and the masonic goat) were harmed and we returned to our respective hearths and homes in time to ring in the New Year.
The company of great mates and motorcycles. Life doesn't get much better than that.
Happy New Year everybody. Have a fantastic 2010!
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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