I left home for a ride this afternoon feeling a bit 'in between moods' because of a girl (what other reason could it be!). For some reason, I felt like riding on my own, so I didn't even stop at the top of the takas as I always do. Down to 'the other side' (the Wairarapa), I carefully rode a nice back road that I had already taken before and opened the throttle in full. As I ride a gentle cruiser, the thought is funny, but still, I did reach some speed previously unknown by me.
After a few moments of that relaxing 'game', I joined another road and found myself between a car and an L-plated 250. The guy in the car obviously knew every inch of that road, and my lines were not that great, so I stayed safely behind.
All three of us had just overtaken a car at a speed, well, 'barely' over the limit when a cop drove past us on the other side of the road. A look in my mirrors, and sure things, here come Blue and Red. I felt sorry for the poor biker angel behind me who, with her L plate, was in for a bad moment.
Well, not quite: for some reason the cop decided to pull over the car we had just overtaken. The driver must have been sooooooo pissed off. Life is so unfair!
Anyway, the short ride, the scraping in the takas, a gigantic friendly wave from a couple of sportbike riders, and the 5 minute chat on the side of the road with the biker angel in Featherston made my day

. Now I remember why I love motorbiking so much!
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