I live in Nelson. Mapua, to be exact but no, I'm not a nudist. Its a lovely area, Nelson/Marlborough/Golden Bay. Anyone who has ridden around this part of the country will tell y'all how great the roads are. There's only one problem. Fkn campervans!!!
Last year I rode down to the Burt Munro, down the west coast, over the Haast, in thru Wanaka and Queenstown and on down to Giggletown for the weekend. Fabulosum trip, but I took my life into my hands. Campervan foolishness nearly cost me my life three times, my husband's life twice, and our friends (and my other bike!) twice too. The Crown Range was particularly terrifying, and I saw hubby's life flash before me when a camper swung out in front of him just as he was about to pull level with it. Braking hard caused him to wobble, but by some miracle he stayed upright. If he couldn't have done that, there were only two choices - over the edge or under the wheels of the camper. Sheesh!
Coming back after the weekend, over the Queen Charlotte Drive road, the sight of twenty eight campervans in convoy (yes, really!) - headed towards Nelson - struck fear into the heart of us all.
Since then, summer has come and Nellie, with its twisty, windey, biker-heaven roads to lovely places, has been swamped by even more of the same scourge-of-mankind-to-motorcyclists. What planet are these people on? Isn't it enough that we have to contend with police cars doing u-turns on blind bends and trying to blame the motorcyclists who were nearly killed and who had their bikes written off as a result? We also have campervans, in alarming numbers, indicating left and turning right, u-turning without even bothering to slow down in front of us, treating us like cyclists and overtaking us on blind bends and forcing us into the ditches, etc, et bloody cetera.
I haven't dared to go out on my bike for the last month this summer, as the roads around here are far too full of dangerous meandering, impulse driven motorized tourists to even contemplate it. Even in my truck I don't feel safe, not after seeing what happened last week up near home when a petrol tanker on the main drag couldn't stop in time for a van u-turning right in front of him. What a lovely mess. If he'd been on a bike? Nooo chance of coming out clean. One of the hazards of choosing to live in a tourist spot, you might say, and you'd be right, but why does it have to be SOOOOO much of a hazard? Why can't these campervan fools be made to take a competence course before they get out on the road and kill us all?
Finally, the hoardes are slowly leaving, and soon it might be safe to travel on two wheels again, while there's still some summer left. Ironic that I recently rode clear across America on congested freeways and deserted backroads with NO sense of the vulnerability I feel just three miles from my own house!
Does anyone know where I can get a large, cheap consignment of explosives so I can blow up all the campervans in New Zealand, before next summer?
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