it was sunday, and i was still a bit tired from the ride back from the BBQ.
i had returned at 2am.
during church i had trouble holding myself together, as the pastor spoke of the importance of having close trusting friends and after hearing about bruce and daryll...this left me with a sense of wanting to do something...
later that day, i called up a few friends, sayam5 (comet 250), Flux (FZR 250) and asked if they wanted to go for a ride.
the day previous i had been installing progressive's in the front of the GS, and heard on Hauraki that there had been a fatal crash involing 2 bikes, fucking cars i thought....
anyhow, we headed off down the raglan road, i had fun overtaking cars and my fellow riders round the outside of corners, the GS occasionally got some wicked shake going, my hands were hanging on tight to the cr bend mx bars..
i was thinking about the 3 kiwibikers that had passed away, and riding hard just felt right, all the way to raglan i hardly saw less than 110..
as i came charging over the top of the mountain, down into that first corner on the raglan side at 140~ish, i felt as though i should spend more time with the guys i ride with, and make the most of our friendship, and support eachother when we can.
we blasted all the way to raglan, it was great!
once there we had a feed, and a good ol chat.
i realised how good it is that we can do this, and enjoy eachothers company.
on the way back it was raining lightly, so the pace was slowed.
my progressives work very good, i must say though, what made the ride, was the guys that came.
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