
Originally Posted by
spudchucka
I don't know about the Haywards because I don't ride down that way
Haywards is interesting coming over the crest from Porirua going to Hutt Valley. The cambers on the corners just don't quite feel right, and the road surface doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
From experience I have found that you come over the crest (there's a passing lane just before where everyone speeds right up) at 100-120 if there's no other vehicles around, faster if there are because everyone considers that overtaking lane their own private racetrack and on a bike it's quite intimidating.
There's the cheesecutters all the way down along the centreline and the left hand side falls away to the side where there is a turnoff to the Power station. There's always gravel across the road and cars and trucks pull out in front of you often without looking. If you slow down you end up with an irate cage driver behind you.
I find its a real tricky balancing act - the road camber wants to to pull left, the road surface feels like you tyres don't have enough grip, the chees cutters look nasty and there's always some arsehole on your back - I really tend to ride on a hair trigger throttle down that bit.
And you get down to the near bottom and there's gravel across the road, trucks parked on the side of the road, etc etc....
But there's also a lovely tight left hand sweeper heading towards Upper Hutt and if you time it just right (2nd gear) and there's no cars coming you can scrape your knee/foot on the left inside and power up large (free turn onto motorway) and feel that front wheel coming up as you hit the motorway.
The rest of the hill is fun though - especially the roads leading on to it.
Still, I wonder if I'd rather have the cheese cutters than no barrier at all. Growing up in Stokes Valley in the 1970s and 1980s we used to have so many crashes that we could just about look out the window (Holborn Dr) across the river and see the cars hitting each other ....
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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