Glorious day.
Mrs Oakie followed me on her 250 Eliminator up the Port Hills to the 'Sign of the Takahe/Kiwi' (whichever) from the Christchurch side. This was the first time she'd tackled that piece of road from the city side. Went up slow but steady and safe using good lines and with no dramas except for holding up a GSXsomthingorother for a short time. Got to the top to find a set of traffic lights at the crest and road works on the other side. The light was red and looked like it would be for several minutes so we turned around and came back down again. Slow and safe she came back down behind me again ... so safe infact that at one stage she was passed by a guy on a push bike!
To be fair he was on a pretty flash looking bike and was really motoring thru a set of 35kph twisties.
After we'd finished the descent she pulled me over and asking if we could go to Lyttleton next because 'her bike' needed to go fast for a while. 
On the way back from there (going down the motorway) I was following her while some grey haired old fella in a maroon Primera tail-gated me for a couple of minutes. I tried to get him to back off but he finished up pulling out with traffic coming the other way and passed us both, missing Mrs Oakie by a couple of metres as he pulled back in to avoid the oncoming traffic. In a move that couldn't have been choreographed better, we both gave him the same 'cheery wave' of the single digit variety in his rear vision mirror at exactly the same time. (That's what being married for 25 years does for you).
Following that we went to Cafe Metro on the road to Sumner for a coffee (that finished up being a Heineken instead) and then toodled happily home.
Great afternoon and Mrs Oakie has another 71 km experience under her wheels.
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