Camping over summer is something of a passion for me, I love the kick back, chill out way of it. I am a wine drinker, when camping I tend to indulge in a rather larger way than normal
Usually, I can make my way to bed without misshap, though I have been known to wobble of leg ocasionally
Imagine me, in pissed as a chook mode ( I know, not something that happens very often) having a meaningful conversation with some healthy, get fit crazy, lovely people we camp with, when they offered me to join them on their latex/lycra clad bike ride the next morning
I agreedOnly 24kms on the flat, piece of wees
Comes morning (oh, I agreed to do this at 7:30, only woke up at 7:15) I get up and yepper I am all go.
Go to their caravan, get kitted out in the jelly pantsand other assorted glow in the dark shit, that does nothing for your comfort, I might add, and off we go!
Route changed apparently, now we only have to do 12 kms, but half of it is up friggen hill. Far canal! What a joke, I dont have the wind for that. Anyway, the ride ended up with 4 kms along the beach from Uretiti to Ruakaka with a decent breeze
OMG! The hill climb nearly killed me, it also nearly killed the poor bastard that had hold of my jelly pants arse, and helped me peddle up that poxy hill![]()
The bruised soft bits from the very unforgiving seat (I will never, ever complain of a sore arse on a motorbike again) made it "interesting" to get in and out of the car for a few days, fortunately we had kids with us, so the other was already off the menu
I actually liked the flat ride on the beach, hated the seat, hated the hill, hated the friggen trucks that race past you at 100 kph when you are on SH1. I said to my friends they could keep that biking bullshit, it is so slow, it is actually dangerous!
Blessings to all you lycra wearing idiots on here, you are mental!
PS: Maha laughed...
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