Sat morning, got up Had my mandatory fag cup of coffe and WeetBix,
looked at the clock, mmm 7.30 plenty of time, might just look at the forum.
Shit, thats 8.30 at the peg!,not 9.30
So the rush began, shower, shave (yes shave) find all me bits and jam it all in the carry bag, Fook this is heavy, feed the bird, shift the goat to some fresh grass,lock up the house, grrrr wrong keys. Forgot me wallet even!!!!
Uncover Xsessivw Ahhh now dont she look sweet.
It was just on 8 when I shut the gate and puttered the 27k's to Waikari
putter? yes, brand new unused tyre on the back not wanting to be in a hurry to go anywhere.....yet!
Tanked up the ole girl and sat on the roadside ready for the pack to arrive.
Had enough time for a ciggy and here they came... a black and crome snake comming off Weka pass....choice
Tagging onto the end of the line and the smile was there on me face, choice
Culverton arrives and What! stoppin already, but Ive just warmed up....
Nature call for a couple and away we go.
Huranuni came up with a smattering of drizel threatening to slow me down a bit (Rear tyre was new remember) but we soon left that behind with the road starting to become more rideable,
The Hamner turn off came and was gone.
With a couple of humps and hollows, some quck lefts and rights we settled into a really nice pace (120) over the Lewis Pass to Springs Junction.
As the almost TEC I enjoyed this emensley, feeling good and in the grove as the added roll of the new tyre made the corners oh so much more fun.
A short fuel,leek,water and fag stop Reefton here we come.
Hellboy got told to hang his ass off his seat a bit more as those chicken strips were very visible on the right side of this tyres, but a discussion on road camber soon allowed him his ego to come out unscathed.
The Ninja looked real sweet there all black and glistening.
Togged up and away.
Soon we were settled into a good rythum the K's swiftly passing with Biker passion of short straights, tight and long curves, blind hill tops and
what was that? A grey shadow in the shady trees....brakes... stay left...
Who the fuck paints a truck smoke GREY,
Always listen to your intuition......I was no3 overtaking a car...didnt see the shadow till ...welll....I didnt see it....but it felt wrong...so I hung back ...whew! ( listen to your inner self ) Tragidy averted
Reefton arrived, ahh time for a feed.
" I never forget a pretty face" said the barkeep to Rashika
" But yours well, its a bit furry to forget" was my compliment
Under the garden umbrellas we sat and consumed our edibile morsels of spuds, pig and ground wheat, some coffees ( aka handles of whateva )
and the plesant sight of a very straight Suzuki 750 waterbus .
The enevitable locals were there to gawk at a good passel of rides comsuming the entire car park.....but soon we were togging up for that run to Westport,( noted that half the other rides took the more direct route.)
Dangerous found the first tight right hander (15k) a bit of a handfull lol
that loose pea shingle was not nice for any of us.
A sweet dash to the Inungahua Junction with an even sweeter blast twisting around the well built road of the gourge bought the trill of biking into its personalised zone of enjoyment. Cages, Semi's, rocks with the odd road kill were all that presented any form of obsticle.
A lesson learnt.
Don't try to keep up with the front bike......they will meet that slow cage on an uphill twisty section of road.... slowing them down till you catch them just as the first passing oppotunity inevitably appears and your back with the pack.
(noobs take notice of this)
S H 6 turn off arrives, road captain ( Dangerous I presume) indicates to us its best to scoot into Westport, fill the fuel cells before the dash to Greymouth.
As I was seeing 250k on the tripometer, I wisely agreed, so zap off behind the others to religiously pour the GST taxed gogo juce into Xsessives canivorous gullet. $31.25 sweet!
Till I see Lil'm pay for $12.40 for her litlel 400 Honda! Bitch! ROFL oh well,at least it wasn;t a GN250!
Charleston was soon laid to rest behind us, the Punakiki rocks being our bum relaxing spot, a laugh at the Harleys we were blasting past, quick puff on the ciggy....( gee Grandad you sure do smoke a lot)....them mount up to head along the nice straight to Barrytown.
Bloody Tanker. The only sweet curvey bit past the rocks, roadblock, milk tanker, mobile slow you the fuck down machine.
Whew, got past it, 4th gear, nothing ahead in sight, open the ole girl wide!
Yeehahh. 210k,9000rpm, hanging on for gim death. man that was a stress relieif!
From Greigs all the way to Grey it was ...Pass that Hog, ....Pass that Hog...
Pass that Hog... when were they gunna stop apearing!.
Like a group of zoned in wasps we paced that road out below the high clifs, craggy bluffs, super tight hairpins, Reluctent Hog owner, daft tourists in white mobile boxes, cutting the k's like a well honed knife.
From the T E C position I never saw one stupied overtaking manouver, one panick braking eppisode, on bum clenching corner from any of the riders ahead of me.
The only stupid action was from a dumb fuck on a late model Bonnie trying to Road Runner extrodinair. Dick Head. Glad he was not with us.
By now the road was beginning to become 3 bikes to each cage... Greymouth being no exception. Every Service Station from had at least 10 Rides either filling up or relaxing on the grass verge.
Bikers Had taken over the Coast!
Only the last 40k to go, no incidents, no dramas, no cops! Two rail bridges to pass, more Hogs, then look!
A white tent with people taking entry fees!
WooWhoo we were there.
Thus ended my ride to WOODSTOCK.
Now...... what happens at a ralley stays at a Ralley....so there
The ride Home?
Thats another story for another day
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