Bike transport

[TuonoTom]

This is a really dumb question:
Why can you not ride it yourself?
Seems "not all that far" to me.

Last time I was home, we rode our XJ900 from Timaru to Auckland.
It was a great ride.

But then we had lots of days to do it.
I suppose if you don't have the holidays or something ... personal circumstances, work, hmmmmm, er ... stuff.

*trails off, listlessly*

I've been riding for three weeks, and I'd rather not ride all that way on my learners....

[hellkat]

Ah bless.
Gotta start some time, kiddo.

I did a horrendous ride in the UK when I first got my bike, I think I'd had it about a month (and had only had my CBT licence for less than six months).

I went to visit a mate in Southampton, on a little 125, my boyfriend at the time checked it over for me, and off I went, map in hand. What a lovely sunny day. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket that doesn't zip up (still got that jacket, wear it every time I ride, LOL)

By the time I got to Southampton (3 hours later) it had started to sleet, and I managed to get there, completely soaked through.

Parked up, partied on for the weekend, and woke up on Sunday to 4 inches of snow. Had to get back to work for Monday morning in London, so I wiped it all off and headed off at noon.

Dropped the bike within 5 miles, had to call a mate in London who called a mate of his in Winchester, who came out to rescue me. The bloke (who I had never met before) straightened up my handlebars, and I set off again.

Snow drifts, heavy traffic, black ice... luckily I had a (thin) jumper in my top-box so I put that on: one extra layer, and still no jacket zipping up over my capacious chest.

As it started to get dusk, I pulled over to offer help to a couple of people who looked a bit lost. Nope, they were just warming their hands on the exhaust before they started off again. As I took off, they noticed I had no headlight, so they offered to ride in tandem with me till their motorway slip-road.

Once they left me, I nearly bottled it, and pulled up in the local train station carpark, was about to chain the bike to a lamp-post and get a train back to London, when I thought I better move my bike to another part of the forecourt ... but as I started it up, the headlight started to work again, so I thought "fukkit, I'm going on, all the way to London" ... I got home at 8pm, frozen, almost frostbitten, it took me 3 hours under a duvet to warm back up again and stop shivering. How I never died of influenza I'll never know.

Never never never again do I want to ride in snow if I can possibly help it ... ghastly stuff.

Not quite as far as Christchurch to Whakatane, but equally as intrepid

But its journeys like that which give you experience and stories to dine-out on, in later years.

Last week I woulda offered to ride it up for ya, as I have a fair bit of spare time on me hands currently - but me dad's just booked me on a flight back to Auckland next weekend, so I will be at the other end of the country.

[TuonoTom]

Ah bless.
Gotta start some time, kiddo.

I did a horrendous ride in the UK when I first got my bike, I think I'd had it about a month (and had only had my CBT licence for less than six months).

I went to visit a mate in Southampton, on a little 125, my boyfriend at the time checked it over for me, and off I went, map in hand. What a lovely sunny day. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket that doesn't zip up (still got that jacket, wear it every time I ride, LOL)

By the time I got to Southampton (3 hours later) it had started to sleet, and I managed to get there, completely soaked through.

Parked up, partied on for the weekend, and woke up on Sunday to 4 inches of snow. Had to get back to work for Monday morning in London, so I wiped it all off and headed off at noon.

Dropped the bike within 5 miles, had to call a mate in London who called a mate of his in Winchester, who came out to rescue me. The bloke (who I had never met before) straightened up my handlebars, and I set off again.

Snow drifts, heavy traffic, black ice... luckily I had a (thin) jumper in my top-box so I put that on: one extra layer, and still no jacket zipping up over my capacious chest.

As it started to get dusk, I pulled over to offer help to a couple of people who looked a bit lost. Nope, they were just warming their hands on the exhaust before they started off again. As I took off, they noticed I had no headlight, so they offered to ride in tandem with me till their motorway slip-road.

Once they left me, I nearly bottled it, and pulled up in the local train station carpark, was about to chain the bike to a lamp-post and get a train back to London, when I thought I better move my bike to another part of the forecourt ... but as I started it up, the headlight started to work again, so I thought "fukkit, I'm going on, all the way to London" ... I got home at 8pm, frozen, almost frostbitten, it took me 3 hours under a duvet to warm back up again and stop shivering. How I never died of influenza I'll never know.

Never never never again do I want to ride in snow if I can possibly help it ... ghastly stuff.

Not quite as far as Christchurch to Whakatane, but equally as intrepid

But its journeys like that which give you experience and stories to dine-out on, in later years.

Last week I woulda offered to ride it up for ya, as I have a fair bit of spare time on me hands currently - but me dad's just booked me on a flight back to Auckland next weekend, so I will be at the other end of the country.

That's one hell of a story right there! Very interesting too.... Can't wait to ride in the snow

[TOTO]

wide youu bike to wakatane

[Papa Bear]

We used Captain Transporter to bring Little Angel's RF900R from Dannivirke to Christchurch for about $400. There was no problems with their service at all and would use them again in a heartbeat.Two thumbs up