The forecast said it would rain and it did, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. We all gathered at BP South exchanging stories of home much rain we'd come through, the people from the Shore coming through a mega downpour crossing the bridge. After coffees and Maccas, 9 bikes and 3 cars left, Flaxmill Bay bound. As usual Joe 90 had a circuitous route planned, over roads that most of us never knew existed, and untroubled by policemen busy on the main roads. Some unfortunate soul had managed to block the Karangahake Gorge so plans for coffee at Waihi Beach were cast aside as we turned around and headed back to Paeroa, then towards the Coromandel, again enjoying the back country roads as the rain settled in. The hills from Kopu to Tairua were shrouded in mist, bring visibility in places down to metres, but we were well prepared, dressed for the occasion and in the right head space to deal with whatever came our way. One or two of the crew had the odd moment on slippy spots, but not enough to cause too much angst. Tairua for lunch and gas then the final leg to destination, a quick nap then a few cleansing ales. A bbq dinner accompanied by too many bottles of Pinot, great company and the perfect end to another day on the road 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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