Sabrina is still in at Auckland Harley, ignominiously waiting for gearbox parts from Australia - quite the dilemma for someone needing a regular Harley fix. Having missed out on Saturday's ride, and knowing that I'd also miss the big Sunday (another circumnavigation around the Coromandel with Hog visitors from the US), I was suffering withdrawls. What to do? I decided to crank up the mighty Templar well before dawn, and kid myself that I could catch a fish. Other than nav lights, I crept down river in darkness, looking out for nocturnal fishermen on kayaks, choosing to take the long route around Browns Island in deference to the lack of water off Musick Point. in the darkness there is always the worry that a speeding jet ski will come into my cockpit at speed - that would certainly spoil the day. As the sun rose a massive super yacht glided past Motuhie, looking to take up station in time for breakfast - I took the attached (poor quality) photo on my way home, having again proven that I should stop buying bait. Later in the afternoon I heard one of the locals go past, a frequent visitor to the boat ramp not far from my home, and one who is ever pleased to tell everyone just how much fun he is having on the back of his Dad's wee truck.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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