Being a long weekend, no organised ride was advertised, but Head Road Captain (and all round nice guy) Crads mentioned he'd be at the Dealership on Saturday. Such ishis pulling power, 35 bikes turned up to join him for a mystery ride. He'd planned a blast deep into the hinterland of Franklin and the darklands between Tuakau and almost Raglan. Traffic was not too bad, but the heat was considerable, neither Harleys nor riders coping with a lack of cool air (which means travelling at speed) - Crads took this on board and did his bit..... Off the motorway at Drury, then to Pokeno via the Old Gt South Road (and the first indication that Crads had a plan involving speed). The rich Bombay soil, the smell of spring onions, and the ever present green and yellow tractors, monsters that occasionaly appeared from no where reminded us where we were. Across the iconic Tuakau bridge (having already lost Butch, tail end charlie and chaperone to one of the clubs slower riders) headed for Waingaro to regroup. The roads showed signs of too much sun in places, especially corners, with large patches of slippery wet tar providing anyone who took them for granted a bit of a thrill, similar to ice. Great country roads, fast and uncluttered, except an extremely ugly wee dog who had taken himself for a walk, with any traffic graciously allowing us passage, quite a sight. The historic Rangiriri Pub was our destination, iconic and welcoming, cold beers and big bowls of chips in great demand. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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