Yesterday was spent enjoying about 550km of mint winter riding. Taupo, Kinloch, Whakamaru (via a back road) and home through National Park and down the Paraparas. Life doesn't get much better. The Paras were just fantasmagorical.
A bit of a find was The Dam Cafe at Whakamaru, where some time was spent sitting outside in the sun watching bikers arrive and park up. The menu's a bit limited, but they do a good sausage and eggs and the coffee is acceptable.
I got up for a walk over to check out a Honda Varadero, a model I didn't recognise at all. Perhaps that's because there are so many of them on the roads of New Zealand. Then I got thinking, and apart from the ST1300 and the VFR800 (both decade-old models), I struggle to remember any of Honda's current crop of road bikes. I haven't yet figured out whether that's sad for me or sad for Honda.
At a table within earshot outside the Dam Cafe, an older dude pulled up, perched on a table with a biker couple from Tauranga, and proceeded to ear-bash them forever, or almost forever. This guy has to be Kerry Dukie's dad. He worked for the CIA, bought his first aircraft when he was 13 (at which stage the CAA suggested he should get a license), has been shot 6 times in global hotspots, negotiated weapons upgrades for Skyhawks... Outstanding stuff.
A Z1000 is a fantastic motorcycle. I enjoyed mine hugely yesterday. Kerry Dukie's dad has a Z1000SX parked in his garage. He missed a great day to take it out for a spin.
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