So imagine you grew up riding motorcycles in Sydney. You were riding mini bikes since you could walk, and your leisure, play, sport and fun was strictly 2 wheeled - right into your middle age.
Imagine you've toured all over the wide, brown, flat, straight-roaded continent and seen great expanses of......nothing. Vast emptiness, oh! some great sections of road, and some of it separated by a thousand kilometers. Some nice mountains, some wonderful valleys to ride and lots of nada in between.
Then imagine your lovely wife of 20 years gets a gig in Auckland and you pack up your Thunderbird and worldly goods and relocate to the City of Sails. Sight unseen.
Imagine the look on your face the first time you punted that well sorted beauty down State Highway 22 to Raglan for the first time, or the Trophy you customised around the Coromandel, or through the Paraparas or over Arthur's Pass or along the Milford road.
Imagine how many times you'd get off the bike and say 'F*** Me - that is an amazing road'.
Imagine how many true and loyal friends you'd make in the riding groups and clubs.
Imagine what it's like being an Aussie in this country and being able to tell you blokes what a fantastic place it is to be a Biker without being all self conscious and humble about the beauty of these Islands and their people.
Imagine things go so well in your adopted home that you are listed on the inside back cover of the National motorcycle journal as a 'Motorcycle tester' and 'Touring Correspondent'.
Nah - couldn't happen. But just in case it could, here's the pictures:
www.davidcohen.co.nz and select 'Rider's View'.
Hello, thank you and I'm looking forward to giving Jimmy 'White Trash' some shite.
DD
Double Jafaa
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Originally Posted by danger_dave
VB is the way to go... 
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