
Originally Posted by
awful-truth
Yeah - they really don't get it do they. I mean I can understand trailering rat bikes and trail bikes but all your luxuries too? If you can't fit it on your bike, you don't fucking need it!
It can depend upon the situation. I traveled down with Roj and Duncan on the bikes and Lizzie brought a car and trailer. Travelling in the car with Lizzie was Vanessa, whose bike is out of commission.
Those following other threads would recall that Roj's wife, Lizzie, spent last year's CK in hospital after a horrendous accident that bloody-near destroyed her and she was certainly incapable of even riding pillion this year, let alone riding her own bike down (shit, she hasn't even got any gear left as the paramedics cut everything except her gloves and socks to bits).
So Roj and Duncan stuck all their gear in the car and had a great ride down unencumbered while I carried my panniers and tent down on the back of my bike.
We set up camp and had a few "creature comforts" that could not be carried on a bike - such as a large LPG bottle for the lantern and gas cooker and the bed (which ensured Lizzie was able to get a comfortable night's sleep) but most of the stuff we had could have been carried on bikes if all of our party had been able to ride.
On Saturday I loaned Vanessa my bike and she had a great time zapping around the paddocks on it and showed me a few off-road riding techniques (she's a far better off-road rider than I am) and Lizzie even took my bike for a short ride to see how she coped with it - it's only the second bike she's ridden since the accident and the last ride she had left her in intense pain for hours afterwards, Fortunately she coped well with the ride with no nasty side-effects.
Lizzie was able to catch up with her brother, EddieB, when he turned up
On Sunday when it came to packing it was great knowing I could just cram my gear hurriedly into the panniers with no attempt at waterproofing and sling them into the back of the car then shove my saturated tent into the trailer.
Roj, Duncan and I rode home unencumbered and it was great to just blat home from the site with nothing to worry about and just enjoy the ride.
Vanessa rode my bike from Te Kuiti to Te Awamutu as I figured she'd enjoy a decent ride on the road (I still remember being without a bike and how stir-crazy I got).
So, without the car, two avid, talented, bikers would have missed out on the Cold Kiwi and they (and the rest of us) would not have had nearly as much fun.
Things are seldom "black and white". Yes, it's a biker convention, but not all avid bikers are able to ride there on a bike due to one thing and another.
Riding home, I was thinking of the group of bikers we met last year who were riding down with nothing on their bikes - in fact, at first I thought it was a bunch of mates heading out for a short day trip.
They explained to us that every second year they throw all their gear in a van loaded with creature comforts - chairs, table, gazebo, larger tents etc etc and live in luxury; on the other years they take only what they can carry on the bikes.
Flicking my unladen bike around the twisty roads and grinning like a maniac, I could really understand their way of thinking.
Motorbike Camping for the win!
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