I travelled down to Timaru from Napier for work on a bike. I could have been flying. But I wanted to ride.
Every question I asked had the same answer: Take the plane.
Apart from: What do I want to do?
The negatives accumulated:
- I could not use my bike, so I had to take my sons 400cc
- His bike needed work, needed a WOF, needed REGO
- Nothing went smoothly, I got going late. 8pm. It was dark.
- I smashed in to a Pukeko and a Possum.
- It started raining in Welly. I got wet.
- Rear tyre blew in middle of nowhere.
- Ex who had my kids while I was away blew.
- I missed the last ferry
- For the final 500k's I could only ride max 70k/h.
- 1/2 doz cagers tried to end my suffering.
But there was many positives:
- My sons bike is now done and runs sweet.
- I met Shirley
- Apart from in Welly, there was no more rain.
- I met Paul
- I just loved the riding!
- I learnt how to get across Cook Straight for $69 and include a cabin and food in to that!
- I was free for a few days (even if it was only an illusion...)
- Everywhere I went someone wanted to talk bikes with me
- I learnt to respect my sons 400cc
- I have added to my memory bank.
For those who want the long version, please feel free to read todays entry in my blog. Here: http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/bl...1704&entry=538
Riding has only one purpose: to satisfy the rider.
The ultimate in selfishness.
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