I was once fishing the Tongariro, the Fence pool from memory. It's a fair old hike from the car park so I had ridden up the track on my K100RS trail bike.
There was another bike there too, a retired accountant who used a small trail bike to access the pools.
While we were up there fishing some arseholes came along and put a gate up at the carpark to prevent vehicle access to the track. They either didn't look, or didn't give a shit, but they erected/repaired and locked the gate with the two bikes a k or so on the wrong side of it.
Getting out was a bit tricky, I don't think the spanners in the tool kit would have fitted the bolts on the gate but I had a German Army knife (complete with saw) with me and cut some manuka to clear a way around the end of the gate and squeezed the Beemer precariously between the end of the gate and the top of the river bank.
Twenty years have passed but I'd still like to thank those pricks...
There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one. - Joey Dunlop
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