What a cracker of a day (19th Nov)
What a beaut day
And I have to work
But hang on, why can’t I ride to work??
So I bloody did!!
I was up at 5.30am, and every 2nd Monday I have to go to Gisborne for work, normally undertaken in the company car.
So I was outside having my coffee when it dawned on me, Why not take the bike?
Ummmm, I have to dress up for work, I am sure they wouldn’t be too happy if I rocked up in my motorcycle gear
So I put the panniers on my bike, put in my work shoes and belt and briefcase that I needed for the day inside them, put my suit trousers under my pants and my nicely pressed work shirt under my jacket.
I felt like a rebel, as I left Bayview BP after stopping for fuel.
There was very little traffic, with the exception of the usual logging truck which you normally have to sit behind until the next slow vehicle bay, but not today!
I had a smile as wide as the grand canyon as the bike and I moved as one, I am sure the bike was connected to my eyeballs as it moved wherever my eyes were looking, it was also attached to me emotionally somehow, as I grinned, the bike felt much better.
We weaved and ducked, I knew it was leaning over as I could feel the outside knobs moving under me, but not once did it feel uncomfortable.
The temp at 7ish was a balmy 15 degrees, it was amazing, no wind (not even a breeze), Lake Tutira looked like a huge glass mirror, it was spectacular.
Even the sports bike rider I passed through the gorge must have thought I was mad, but I was in the zone, and I wasn’t stopping, he was probably thinking “BMW Riders shouldn’t be riding like that”
I made Wairoa in an hour and didn’t even feel like stopping, so rolled straight through, I saw a HP car parked in the shadows, and as I went passed him he gave me a friendly wave (I was sitting on about 110 too)
Those Wharerata’s were amazing, the road was clean and in good nick too, the last section of this hill was incredible, I loved how the corners just seemed to melt from one to the next, regardless of the speed of the bike.
I arrived in Gisborne, took of my riding gear and boots, and changed into my work shoes and briefcase, straightened my hair and clothes and went about my business for the day.
Talk about Jekyll and Hyde
So I did what I had to do, and then it was time to head home, it was the first time in a very long of visiting Gisborne that I couldn’t wait to take that drive home.
The ride home was just as good, this time l opened my jacket to let the early summer breeze flow in, often at times I had the visor up, just taking it all in, I really had to stop myself hanging my tongue out in the breeze
A 430km spirited ride later I am home, and feeling really good about being a rebel, and not taking my work car
Today was just one of those days that I love and everything just fell into place
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bling awarded! 
Originally Posted by janno
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