12 Months ago today after a 56 hour journey, I blagged my way through Immigration and customs at Auckland airport and burst out into the early morning sun and a new life in New Zealand.
Two nice gentlemen in uniform asked me if I would mind stepping back into the customs area and actually finishing the formalities and retrieve my luggage before doing the Hakka in the lobbyfair enough I suppose.
Well it's been a bit like that ever since, one step forward two steps back but all said and done it's been an amazing year and I now live in one of the most awesome countries in the world, 5 minutes in any direction from my town and I'm in motorcycle scenic heaven, mountains, sea , lakes, bubbling stink holes, and two and a half million things I can't pronounce, I am truly privileged to be here.
I don't know how many of you have done it but being 12,000 miles from your friends and family can be a bit daunting and lonely at first and this is where KB has been a blessing.
I've had a thousand questions to ask and no one to ask but the good folk on here have always come up with the goods no matter how puerile or nooby the question. I've laughed myself to the point of bladder weakness and shed a tear or two for some of the sad tales and some of the guys that aint with us anymore, I've learnt stuff I had no intention of learning and made a few cyberbuddies along the way.
So to the twisted, warped, friendly, helpful, funny, sad crazy community that is KB, from a slightly insane Englishman, a long way from Home ....... THANK YOU, For being there!.![]()



fair enough I suppose.


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I know how hard it is, so have a beer on me 







If you are behind me
Dont ask as I am lost too.
You must be psychic Porto, just purchased some mega thin gum boots this morning for pulling over my normal boots. Three separate rain storms on one twenty minute ride the other day, may as well get a spiggin wet suit. $ 3.37 dollars a litre for Diesel back in pom land, yep it aint too bad here eh 
Define properly, it doesn't involve going into bikers houses and taking my boots off does it, that's a little too Kiwi/kinky. A gentleman should keep his boots on at all times, especially when meeting new folk or having sminky pinky.
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