Nev was designated Road Captain for last ride prior to the ticking over of the New Year, and bearing in mind the large numbers leaving town for the holidays, it was anyone’s guess as to how many would turn up. Nev inevitably puts great thought into his rides, always adding a new dimension to a route, and roads that few of us would find if left to our own devices, which also adds to the attraction. I was just about to head out of the garage heading to the usual meeting point when a very timely text from Jeff reminded me of the change in venue - without this reminder I’d have been very late. The traffic between Half Moon Bay and BP North provided all the right signals - none of the usual delays or dramas anticipated on any normal Saturday afternoon, amazing. By the time I arrived only 45 minutes later, a good crowd had already gathered under the umbrellas counting down the clock, some old stalwarts like Donkey, Crads, Camel, Murray and Jeff, some new faces, all keen to get underway. Road Captain Nev completed his briefing and Tail end Charlie Jeff rounded up those slow in their preparations- perhaps a portent of things to come, where the adage, “slow to prepare, slow on the road” was proven yet again. A short run to Silverdale then into the hinterland and Highway where traffic flowed well, holiday traffic only becoming very apparent at the Wellsford turn off, but that was an hour away. What a cracker day - initially a mixed blessing and very uncomfortable for those in heavy leathers, but once underway a delight, a perfect day to be on the road with 20 other Harley’s. In deference to the heat, I opted for a minimalist look, and whilst cooler I have a few sunburnt patches to show for it. Our route took us over roads that flowed well, provided panoramic scenery and great riding, the faster guys at the front managing to stretch their legs a bit, whilst Jeff and I dutifully rounded up the tail Enders, providing a bit of tuition and advice to those less confident. There really is no substitute for time on the bike, although there is a lot to be said from learning from the wisdom of experienced. On a brilliantly sunny day, the views over the Kaipara are fabulous, likewise, any high ground offered something special, even if only a paddock being prepared for hay, or stock seeking solace from the heat. So, the 2-3km queue of traffic waiting to progress from SH16 on to SH1 proved small obstacle to our motorcycles, and we were eyed enviously but good naturedly as passed those who’d been waiting their turn (probably 45-60 min). Over the highway and back into tiger country, roads few of us would normally traverse, lots to see, and plenty more learning opportunities for those wanting to hone their skills. At one point a white cross just off the road on a tight corner caught my eye - mainly because it had been adorned with Christmas tinsel and shimmered in the sunlight, a tribute to someone special, and a poignant reminder of the responsibilities of those fortunate enough to on our Harley’s, both to enjoy what we were doing, but to remember that there can be a price to pay. The bustling holiday township of Matakana soon appeared, signalling that we were getting closer, and judging by the people about, evidently a very popular spot. The Salty Dog in Snells Beach eventually presented itself, a bit later for those of us at the back than those at the front, but Nev had the Guinness poured and ready, a blessing. Other than a few old punters in the gaming room and a couple of couples with kids enjoying a drink on the deck, it appears that our destination is apparently not popular with the locals. That said, a bridal party provided a pleasant distraction as it prepared itself at the adjoining Motel, a big day for a beautiful bride, eventually whisked off to a more grandiose setting to complete the process. Unfortunately I had my solo seat so could not offer the bride a last pre wedding ride with this rough old Harley guy-something to remember on her wedding Day. A couple of beers and a bowl of fries to the better and it was time to head off in twos and threes. Jeff and I were pleased to have the inspirational Donkey join us for the ride home - having been fettered by slower riders on the way up, we were determined to make up for it on the return journey, and so it was, a deserted Woodcocks Road providing just what we needed. As always, I feel very privileged to ride with good mates, especially over roads that are challenging and quick. A few hard km,s later a flashing and insistent fuel light called for a brief stop for a bellyful of gas at Riverhead, then onto the North Western motorway for the final leg Home, nearly 300km the better. Don 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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