Life is a sequence of moments. We make choices. We reap consequences for those.
Some of today's moments were spectacular. A sharp morning frost, resulting in both Upper Hutt and the Wairarapa being blanketed in fog. Near freezingly blanketed. Chilly but beautiful.
Good company, good food and good coffee at Tui's in Martinborough.
A Shiver greatly enjoying its new Road Attack 2s and the warm sun after the fog burned off.
Favourite roads. Mauriceville came and went. I was greatly enjoying the wonderful sweeping corners and the rare treat of a sunny winter's day. In my head I was penning a tribute to Herr Continental and his fabulous new tyres.
Shortly after Hastville I was rounding a righthander and noted the road was liberally festooned with cow shit, as country roads often are. I ran wide to avoid it, running out of seal in the process. Wet grassy verges are particularly unsympathetic to two-wheeled vehicles. Classic lowside. Fucking ouch.
Bye bye RH mirror. All manner of stuff bent and broken but the bike looking straight and complete enough to be rideable. Sundry componentry retrieved and stowed in or strapped to my tailbag. Vegetation extracted from crooks and nannies, riding apparel brushed down. Piripiri loves Velcro. I must write that on the back of a toilet door somewhere sometime.
So back out to SH2 and then south to Masterton at reasonable sedate speed because I no longer have an attachable helmet visor.
Stopping for gas at Mobil on the bypass, I note evidence of green alien blood, including on the RH leg of my riding trousers. Shiver not overheating, but I decide to keep a close eye on the temperature gauge for the return to Ngaio.
The hill was in great nick on the return home. Even with squiffy handlebars and no functioning rear brake pedal, Shiver and its Road Attack 2s coped with it effortlessly.
Safely home. Right ankle very sore. Major sulking going on. Phonecalls to make first thing tomorrow morning. Sigh.
Thanks to Great Mates and particularly to Mrs H for not smacking me around the head. I guess after nearly 25 years together she knows what works and what doesn't in that regard.
Thanks too for unsolicited offers of assistance in the form of a trailer from the Kiwi Biker Catering Corps in Greytown.
Did I mention that I was sore and sulking? So too is Shiver. Sorry about that Shiver.
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