Sunday at the Fish (1)
The Hitchers were up early for once on a Sunday and, with another ambivalent weather forecast, decided to head off over the Takas, rather than face the prospect of inordinately long tail-backs up the coast.
First decision: One bike or two? Mrs H opted for a day of pillionhood. Wets were tossed into panniers and we were off!
First stop, gas at Caltex Rimutaka. Makes mental note to try 96 octane...
And off over the hill.
We encountered a heavy shower while ascending the Kaitokes past the lakes lookout. The road up the Takas was dampish.
Descending, what should we find at Hitcher's corner, but a Yellow Nissan 300Z on its roof on its side of the road. Nobody injured. Most impressive.
A few corners further on we meet the law heading up to see what's what.
At Featherston we turned right down the western side of Lake Wairarapa and then on to Martinborough via the East-West access road. A couple of local lads towing a trailer behind their Nissan Navara were having a bit of sport -- they were doing at least 140kmh!
Still a lovely sunny day.
We were greeted by a bevy of flailing arms at the Fish from Lynda Blair, her minder Hamish, HerB4, Bugsplat, SP3 Craig, and a couple other new acquaintances.
Bugsplat had recently completed the Rusty Nuts Big 5 0 rally and we pored over his photo album. It looked and sounded a fantastic trip. 50 state highways (about 4,500km) in 100 hours.
The photos attached are Flying Fish waitress extrordinaire Fiona;
Lynda Blair's minder, Hamish; HerB4 and her Duc; SP3 Craig and HerB4 "lidding up".
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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