I had the day off. I was going to head to the Rimutakas at about 9am and was gassing up at a service station (old Hutt road) when I noticed my recently remounted number plate (as a result of removing the super-ugly rear-mudguard) had hit the tired and folded itself and the rego plate under and along the top of the tire. Had a go at 're-aligning' the plate and headed out on the 70km-100km stretch before the motorway.
Was tootling along and noticed a scrapping sound, pulled up and found the plate had re-offended and this time the rego-card and clear plastic thingie had departed. Went for a walk and found the rego thing 200m down the road. Anyway, long story short (sorry guys), a young lady pulled up (in a cage) behind my bike and was walking down towards me looking to help out. Described my predicament and subsequent discovery thanked her and she went on her merry way. She was pretty cute actually. Anyhoo, since our culture is to slag off the cagers I thought it reasonable to complement them too....esp if they are cute.
Rest of day spent at work (dammit) fashioning new bracket that (hopefully) holds the plate out of wheels way. Sunday Taka riders can critique.
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