Themed on the Block ride taking in the Lewis and Arthers Pass's and any variety of roads around them. Ole Mr Sinsible drew up some google maps missing out one of the pass's but including the Lindus Pass. The Birth of the now "BIG Block" (over 1350km round trip)
07 never happened, but was lookign very positive for 08. Weather mix was near on perfect through the forcasts. December 27th rolled around.... gotta getan early night to bed... excitement or anxity lead to a broken night and waking not feeling 100%.
Out to the Woodend meeting spot 5.30am, chatter and off down the road at 5.44am. It was cool out and hit some fog around Huranui. The sun burnt that away as it rose to a bright sunny day. A low of 8degrees up over the Lewis, first fill at Springs. next stop Reefton to fill the other two bikes. And on down the mighty Buller, fab road, little traffic.
Breaky at a cafe in Westport, I re fueled again and off down the coast.
The Coast is like a mindblowing roller coaster along some of the most splendid scenery one could wish for. Hokitika loomed, more gas and away again.
Glacier country and more wicked rolling windy roads, this is a dream. lunch at Franz, that took near on an hour due to the cafe being sit down menu like... the body appreciated it though.
Leg back over the saddle and rockin down to Haast, clouds in the sky threatening somthing. (not in the forcast!!!)
Fuel here... body feeling somthing...
Flick on through the drizzly Haast Pass, where the clouds parted at the top of Lake Wanaka, Hawea, and the ass, arms, head were screaming... a much needed break... it was from here the body screamed every 100-130km GIVE ME A F&*KING BREAK!!!!!
Omarama for dinner and people everywhere...busy place stuff happening.
Astride the almighty Griso again Tekapo, and the glorious Mount Cook screaming to have it photo taken... but stop was Kimbil for a visor change/clean.
Sun starting to disapear, and at Farlie it was fairly certain it would be all but gone by Geraldine... Hit the servo just as lights were going out. Fueled for the home run, and detoured down the straight as Thompsons Track to Raikia and Main South Home. Belfast last fill for me at 12.50ish, and home by 12.15am.
A brilliant day. Full of amazing scenery, smells, and the best thing the might Moto Guzzi doing its thing between my legs, one could not ask for more!!!!! the body was calling for a massage that it is still waiting for!!!!
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