Went out today in the wild wet weather and it was so much fun.
Decided that the weather wasn't holding me back, I really needed that fix. Life has been up and down of late and I've been neglecting myself on so many levels. The most important one being time out on my bike. Crazy.
So this morning after the children left I phoned my friend over Rai Valley to say I was coming over, she likes to know as she's a worrier (she luvs me), she informed me that the road was closed, aha, but only from Rai Valley through to Havelock.
Went down the den and started up me wee beast, what a heavenly sound, the aroma sent from the Gods to tell me I live. I donned all the leather bits and bobs and then covered myself in the the waterproof stuff...looked a right treat in the mirror. I also put on my new scarfie thing I'd made. I'm impressed too, it's way betterer than my bought one. It's taking me a bit of getting used to, having something covering my mouth and nose....wierd.
By the time I'd got all this gear on my bike was well and truely warmed up and ready to roll. As soon as I got out the driveaway this gust of wind came at me and woke me up real smart. Right, this wil be a challenging ride, just what I need.
Oh and wasn't it just.
Going around rocks road was special, the waves had been crashing all over the road, traffic at a slow speed, slippage from the cliffs....I was loving it. This was way better than vaccuming.
Headed out of town to be once again assaulted with some high strength gusts of wind, I so love being blown about, makes me really ride. Little did I know this was only the beginning of the fun. I decided slow and steady for today but once I got out of town the throttle tends to get a life of it's own and I'm over that mark - again. Slap myself and slow it down, I need my licence. I think it was the sense of freedom, at last I'd got out and was really riding. It has been a while.
I get the bottom of the Whangamoas to be met by some lovely gentlemen from Downers who inform the road is closed from Rai, that's fun mate, I'm only going to Rai, be careful he says, there's some slips on the hills. OK says me.
Slips my arse, stuff all had come down, it was more the amount of moisture upon the smooth asphalt that was an issue. Some corners had torrents of water running across them, a very new experience for me and at last I get to feel what it's like to lose the arse end of the bike...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Is it bad to say I loved it? I absolutely loved that feeling of out of controlness, the burst of fear, am I going to come off here, eek, I don't want to scratch my bike....happy to say I didn't come off. I rode my bike. I really rode it through and came out smiling and screaming this big yahoo. So, what does me do now? I start looking for more slippy corners...found about four more, it was so much fun.
But all to soon I've reached my destination. Had to contain myself somewhat as I've I'd let worry girl know I'd had so much fun slip sliding around the corners she wouldn't let me ride home. As it was she was overly concerned about the return journey as there was quite some downpouring going on outside.
After an hour or so or female time wasting I donned all the gear, threw my leg over and off I went. The coming home is always so much better for me. It's like the ride there (where-ever there is), is always kinda subdued, the time i'm finding my legs, testing myself where as the ride home is always the time where I push myself that little bit more. Today's ride home was exceptional but then I had wee issue whereby I needed to pull over and for the first time ever the tool kit came out to be used on my bike. LOL. I'd had a new mirror put on a while ago and it had come loose in the wind and I rather rely upon my mirrors and when one is out of action it throws out the whole riding experience.
So, I'm on top of the Whanga's, getting the tool kit out and this lovely young fella stops and offers to help me. So special, think I disappointed him when I declined and said I could do it quite well thank you. He left in a spray of gravel and a flick of his rearend.
A rather amusing morning out for me and I'm annoyed I have to wait until Monday for my next outing.
Nice to hear you're out riding, been awfully quiet lately I was beginning to wonder if you'd sold the bike and taken up bowls instead...
The sliding back end is the fun part, not so much fun when it bites again when you're not expecting it, that's when it gets interesting..
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wow...it's been some time since I rambled on here and sometime since I had me a decent ride.
Life has been so busy of late...bugga
I've only had the time for short excursions and shopping trips on my trusty steed and today the sun shone and I decided to get out and go play on my hill. (Takaka that is for those that don't know)
I piled up three thermal tops, my leather jacket and my wamr and toasty over jacket, plus pantyhose, tights, socks, leather pants and overpants....neckwarmer, gloves and overgloves....sauna time.
Not quite but I was comfortable. It was a rather chilly day here in paradise but the sun shone brightly and I took myself over to the hill.
Sad thing was my ride did not thrill me the way it used to. Has riding lost it's lustre for me? I hope not, I feel this maybe because I've not challenged myself in this form for so long. Life has got mundane, thank God i'm off out tomorrow night but still....I need my thril.
My ride up the hill was a challenge. Lots of wet slippery corners, pea gravel on most corners, my senses were alert but still it was boring!!! A ride should never be boring. I know that I didnt' push myself, with all those layers on I could barely move so I more 'sat' on my bike than 'rode' it. I think I need summer, shame I will have to wait so long, but in the mean time, I think I need to get out more. I will not allow my life to get too busy that I do not have my thrill.....
Becuase it did not thrill you lovely lady does not mean it will not again. Today was just one of those days where the senses in the body are not matched by that ride on the road. It's a head space thing. And when you get back into the headspace (tomorrow night will be heading in the right direction) then that thrill will bite you on the arse once again.
mmmmm Takaka. I dream of it often. I miss it longingly. I couldn;t have smiled any more that day if I tried. And I couldn't have worn off anymore of the boulevards footpegs if I tried either.
hahahaha scraping footpegs! Did it on the Sportster last weekend for the first time! When I metioned it later to the other bikers, I got some horrified looks!
I think the cold takes some of the pleasure out of it - you have to work too hard to stay warm to be able to focus on the enjoyment!
...and it's way more thrilling this time round.
Oh, it's been an absolute age since I've been here. My life got super busy, I was working too much, racing around being mum/dad and everything in between and my bike was neglected to the garage, albeit a fully carpeted, warm cosy one, and reg was put on hold! Terrible thing to do to such a beautiful wee bike.
Reg is still on hold but we snuck out of the house and went for a most enjoyable ride over the Whangmoas to visit with my friend in Rai Valley. Was an absolute thrill for me as I'd spent 7 weeks in plaster/moonboot due to doing a teeeny, weeeny bit of damage to my achillies tendon. That has knitted together nicely and it is time to rebuild. Rebuilding my confidence on my bike as well.
My first little excusion was last week. I thought I'd pop up the garage and put some air in the tyres. Well, that went so well I rode all the way over to Mapua and sat and watched the bird life for 30 minutes. Very serene and most unusual for me to sit peacefully for that long.
Yesterday's ride was a little more adventurous as that hill was my biggest fear for quite some time and I really wanted to 'ride' it. This was made a little bit more of a challenge considering my leather gear is away being repaired (coming home today), so I was that little bit extra cautious of not wanting to lose any skin.
OH, it was fantastic, to hear my bike roar up the hill, thank you to my dear friend for my lovely noise maker, to hear the echo bouncing all over those hills. To lean myself that little bit further into those corners,to push my body and to feel how my body makes the bike move, a most erotic feeling really, to feel so alive and be so in tune with my body! I was rather impressed with my little ride though my dear RSI seems to be rearing it's ugly head.
One may well be wondering what on earth this has to do with turning 17, it had everything to do with it as me and my trusty steed clocked 17000 on our way up the hill. If any of you have read this thread you'll see I get all excited over these little moments, they are precious to me. They show me just what I am acheiving and how far I have come...literally.
In buying this bike, I have learnt so very much about myself, I have grown in ways I would never of imagined, my fears that I have overcome have been many, what I have gained, and am still to gain is limitless.
Again I wish to thank my very special friend for encouraging me and giving me the confidence to believe in myself.
.... quallity is a little underpar due to area and being my phone.
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would that be the Takaka Hill...........hope to be riding that one on the way to the Burt..........
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Well Genie, seems to me that you're acclimatising well to motorcycling, have seen no evidence of the Hoon in ya coming out.Love reading your posts hope the weather gets better and warmer soon.
Leathers ? away being repaired? I miss something?
Every day above ground is a good day!:
Thank you. I am acclimatising quite nicely. I do have a bit of the hoon in me but he only comes over once a week....
Joking aside, I do get a bit silly out there but my five wonderful children keep me in check, plus the fact I do not want to get hurt so there is no way I am going to ride beyond my ability.
I ruptured my achillies a couple of months ago, so I thought it a very good time to get the zip replaced in my jacket, it broke but I just kept using it. Also, my super yummy pants needed new domes, it was my short stint as a fat biker and the domes had popped. Jacket and pants arrived home today and as soon as they did I had a wee try on....oh was nice to feel my body encased within the luxury of some quality gear.
Tomorrow would/could/should be a riding day but four of those five children still need me so I guess Monday will be my time for a nice little adventure up the hill, the Takaka one this time.
doubtful im afraid as we will be away for 2 weeks on the BM trip and we get back to AK on the 4/12....and its hard to get moggy sitters for more than a couple of weeks....... monday 20/11 is the day we will be headin over to Takaka from Picton then back down to Murchison for the night.....please feel free to join us for the ride over the hill........
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