Well it was a good day for a ride, I had washed and polished my little ol'Hornet and thought it would be good to take it out. I MSNed zeocen but it turns out he was entertaining non-biker friends
So I tootle off to do the Hunuas and I was about to head home, when I saw a nice road heading off further down South! So heigh ho, off we go!
Next thing I find myself heading down to Paeroa to take in some of their world famous in NZ carbonated beverage! So, taking that as a cue, I look to see where the weather was fair and find my Diablos pointing me down to Tauranga via Katikati!
With a quick hey nonny, hey nonny no I was at the Mount and txting DMNTD that I was lowering the value of the condoniums there and visited him and Unit! Had a great natter, perved over his new ride and talked the usual shite, vinegar and piss. Time to go! Lovely blat over the hill and down the sweepers and back to Dorkland via Matamata and Paeroa.
And that's when the defecate started to hit the oscillating machinery...
On the road back to Ngatea, a frikk'n oncoming cager pulls an overtake manuver into the middle of the lane...with me still in it!
Thank god my conscious mind didn't have a say in it and my biker mind was in full gear...clutch in, dropped a gear, pinned the throttle (as much as you can on a 250 Hornet!) flicked left into the gap between the white line and the shoulder of the road.
The hunk of oncoming metal death passes so close I could reach out with my right hand and run my hand down it's side, corner of my eye, I saw the frightened look on a dear old nanna's face and the old geezer who must be her hubby.Death on four wheels passes me by and I flick right back into the lane.
.........I was so nonplussed about the incident, I didn't have time to get frightened! I didn't even bother pulling over or turning around and pootled on my merry way! Gah...
And was that the end of my day? No! Murphy and Sod get together and just as it begins to get dark at Mangatawhiri, I hit a little bump ... and my front lights cut out altogether! Fark!
Too dark to stop and check things out by the side of the road, for once I am not gadgeted up to my eyeballs and tch! Typical innit? :slap: Mr McGyver is me and I don't even bring a swiss army knife!
I bowl on up behind a cager towing a trailer in the fading light and follow it all to the Waikato expressway where I can finally use the streetlamps instead of the cage headlights to get back home by 7pm.
A great ride actually.. 'cept for muddled fuddy duddies in big blocks of metal ouchies and the sudden ceasement of lighted coils of wire to ease my inability to see the road at night!
Damn, can't wait to get back out riding again!
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Originally Posted by gijoe1313
"Fark he survived! Fark, he's writing his annus horribus again in triplicate!"
and I was like 
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