danger stock on road

Well it’s the curse of the biker IT’S RAINING

So yet another day in the shed with me cone and polish rag, the good thing is that it’s wet but not cold,

Spent the whole day yesterday in a vegitive state, got bored, smoked too much pot, fell asleep on the lasy-boy with one of the cats asleep on my chest, woke up in a shitty mood and made tea, That was productive [NOT]

i’ve adopted another cat [that makes three] shes way cute but my two other cats are jealous, so she hangs around me a lot for protection, bloody hard case wee munters, theres more than enough food to go round and the whole house to share but it’s still a dispute over everything, worse than two year old kids haha, “she got more than me”, “I was sitting here first” “he keeps hitting me” that sort of thing, and just like two year olds a minute later they are getting along

Heaps of fun untill the wee buggers get it on a three am when you’re right in the middle of R.E.M. and work comes early etc

So the day will be another one of zone out to the tube and complain because there is nothing good to watch on it

I’ll drop over to a mates place later if the weather breaks a bit I’ll take “Motto Beasty” out and spank her a little,

It’s not that I cannot ride in the rain it’s just so bloody uncomfortable and far less enjoyment because you have to factor in so many other parameters like the white lines and other road marking become like lines of ice to be avoided where ever possible, steel man-hole covers are litteraly a death trap, you are blinded by other vehicles back wash [theres no wipers on helmet visors, go figure,  you would think if we can probe the galaxies we could come up with a wiper system for bike helmets]  and worse than all of  that to top it off you get wet, no matter what suit you wear be it leather or nylon you get wet,

Rain finds the weak point thats its misson and like a dam breaking once the breach has been established theres a message that goes out to all the other rain drops and befor you realise whats happening it’s wet balls time

That’s it, I draw the line at damp nuts, I can put up with it running like a like a knife of ice down your back and into your crack but once it reaches me nuts its misery comes a-calling

I got hyperthermia riding a 750cc Triumph Bonerville  from Nelson to Christchurch in a major storm years ago when I was a lot younger and obviously braver/ dumber than I am now haha

I went around the coast road to try to avoid crossing the Southern Alps through the Lewis passs, The trip is an hour longer but mostly at sea level so in theory warmer

So much for theory, in those day everybody wore leather there was new of this new fangled polyproperlyne stuff , the trouble with leather is thet once it’s wet it gets cold and in the end starts to act like a “shami” soaking up more and more water

I stopped at the Blenhiem Pizza Hutt brought a Pizza to go and stuck it under my jacket then rode untill it got cold, Stopped and ate it at a layby then rode again, got to Kaikoura and dryed out a bit in a restaurant  then on the road again

It took seven hours to complete a four hour journey in good weather, by the time I got home I had been that cold for so long that my core temperature was down a couple of degrees

I was riding as though I was drunk, slow reaction times,wandering in the corners the whole thing

I’d gone beyound reasonable thinking and was riding past motels that I had the money to stay in for the night but I was fixated on getting home, like a mountainer trying for base camp

Stupid I know but thats the way it went hyperthermia will make you do wierd illogical shit like ride past a warm bath haha

when I got home I had to get the girl friend at the time to come out to the drive and put down the bike stand so I could get off, turn the bike off and put it in the shed I was beyound making small movements and walking like a zombie

The whole time she was bitchin’ cause I was late home, checking that the back foot rests were not down from having had another chick on the back

So heres me with the freeze on thinking why did I try so hard to get home to be bitched at???

Ahh memories