Also known as "Pride comes before a tank slap"
Beautiful day, good nights sleep, decided to ride down the Paraparas to check out the River Traders Market at Wanganui. Rode like crap, felt the opposite of smooth on the corners, terrible throttle control, almost stopping at the sharp corners, just one of those days I guess.
Coming home there was quite a bit of traffic and so on the spur of the moment I decided to ride back up the river road. It was really good, the first 40k was sealed, narrow and then REALLY narrow, but good enough surface and bugger all traffic, and best of all, the corners were coming naturally and nice and smooth and seemed more 'organic' (for want of a better word), ie left and then right, rather than straight and then REALLY tight.
So all was going well, then just past Matahiwi the gravel started and my speed dropped from 80k to 40k, and I tried to remind myself to 'relax' and to use the back brake (thanks Robingnevil) and after a while my speed got back up to about 50 on the straights. Before I knew it I'd made it to Jerusalem, and after another wee while there I was in Pipiriki, starting to feel really good about things. "Who needs a BMW?" I was thinking as I cruised through 32k of gravel on a stock GN with factory tyres...
After Pipiriki the corrugations got quite bad, one thing I wasn't prepared for was the loss of vision that came with being bumped up and down on the corrugations, anyway, about 1km before the seal started again, I got spooked by a car coming the other way, started to brake, stuck out my left leg (and think I dragged my toe on the ground), but must have still been on the throttle because I kept moving forward (it was a thick bit of gravel right on the left), when I realized I was still going instead of stopping and would quite possibly crash, I decided to look at the road instead of the ditch on the side, must have remembered some of my basic training, and then did two or three huge wobbles, and came to a stop, still on the road, and upright. TG.
Then I tried to take off again and there was a metal sound, I thought I had stones under the mudguards but it stayed so I got off and then saw that my chain had come off. Doh. "Wish I'd done a bit more bike maintenance stuff" went through my head, then "Hmm, when my chain comes off my pushbike I just put it on again", so decided to try that. Then I remembered that the GN came with a tool kit under the battery so was on the side of the road undoing the chainguard, and struggling with a tight screw (shut up McJim) when a car stopped and the girl in the passenger seat offered to get her partner to give me a hand. He undid the screw, then carried on and put the chain back on, THEN he said 'shit that's loose' and adjusted the chain for me! (every spanner and plier needed was in the GN toolkit btw - fkn amazing). Turns out he has lots of bikes and is always working on them. What a champ.
Took off again, got to the sealed bit, got home, had a cup of tea.
Great day.
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