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

Howdy folks, I’m new at this blogging stuff [newish to computers]

From what I gather I get to say stuff and you guys out there in the matrix can have a laugh, knock it, or what ever, sort of like an open diary [correct me when I’m wrong]

like most people I’m opinionated but have lead a diverse life and had some extreme experiences so I hope my opinions have some value

I’ve been lucky enough to have traveled from NZ to foriegn lands mostly Asia with an emphasis on Thailand lately

I don’t know what it is about Thailand that keeps drawing me over there but there is something that I have yet to do, so i will follow the urge and return as often as it takes to do what ever it is that I am to do

I’ve had some life changing moments through traveling so if I get the urge to go some where and the urge turns into a nag then I try my best to go

The first time through Thailand I hated it, got all Fucked up in Bangkok, ended up in a city called Pattaya took three days to get over the Bangkok thing [haha]

Long story short I now travel to Pattaya often and have made friends with the guy who Tattoos me, and another man and his wife who I have purchased a lot of silver and garments through, I have established a small business importing T-shirts and silver ware, silk clothing etc back here to NZ

The business has dropped off a bit lately due to the global recession etc so I have let it go dormant, The good thing is that it wasn’t my fulltime job so to speak and my day job means I won’t starve

I’m self employed at the moment with a container servicing business I employ one man so I am realy a one man band [haha]

He’s a good worker something that is hard to find so I treat him well, pay him the best that I can afford and work hard with him, He gets a few perks too the lucky bugger I wish I had me as a boss instead of most of the arse’s that I’ve worked for in the past [but there’s another story]

The big news in my day is that I have brought a motor bike after not having one for four years, man that hurt, worse than losing a girl friend, ‘specialy since the guy who got her lives just up the road and I’d see her going by with him, talk about ouch!!!

So the reason behind selling her was two fold,

I have dropped out of the Harley riding biker scene.

I put the money into my business

I know what you’re thinking, but let me tell you it’s bloody hard work looking so cool, when you’re rideing like a madman, getting stoned all the time partying every weekend not to mention the odd 3-4 day long weekend bashes and have a girl friend half your age, if you don’t believe me try it sometime

just having a girl friend half your age is work enough for most men [haha]

So there I was disillusioned with the life that I had and looking to change, so it was get the girl gone, more hassel than the return, and the bike as well as it’s hard to convince the nice policeman [giving you the speeding ticket] that you no longer hang around with those [nasty] people who his computer says that I do, when you’re in leather on a bike that’s worth his years pay to replace

so the bike went the way of the girl and I became your standard old batchelor [that might have been when the trips To Thailand became more interesting haha]

So as the years past I realised that I could live without the lifestyle, I could live without the girl, [you geussed it] I cannot live without my motorcycle, it’s impossible, Im addicted to it, and having been addicted to u know STUFF, I know an addiction when I see one, however I did not want the harrassment that comes with the harely from the law and other people on harleys that didnt like the people that you know etc, that life was gone

While in Thailand I hire [$17.50 a day] big jap bikes they go like mad and are usualy reliable, it was like Luke Skywalker being lured  “I am your father Luke” “Come to the dark side of the force”

the sheer power the superb handling the awesome braking, all the things you hate [sic] about rideing [haha] I was lured, tempted even, frick  it you got me I was sold

Like a junkie having his first hit I INSTANTLY  wanted a thousnd more

OK so there I am with my dark secret, How can you tell your harley fanatical friends that you’ve got this jap bike problem going on?

Then fate stepped in as it often will and through some other business I made contact with an importer of Italian motor cyclces,

So I could get away from the old crowd but still be on a “respectable” machine, at fisrt I wasnt sure I’d had my mind set on a big Suzuki, maybe a Hyabusa, but going with the flow I realised that if I was’nt meant to have this bike why would such a good deal get offered [it was an outstanding deal] right at the time when I had decided that I had to have a bike again

So i’ve had herfor five weeks, it’s a whole different way of riding compared to the harley’s but I’m startin to get the hang of it, the machine itself is very nice, or as I like to say “WOOF WOOF”

1100cc Vtwin configuration, 6 speed shaft drive [pause to wipe drool from keyboard] Motto Guzzi “GRISO”

She goes like a scalded cat, If any one out there knows of a radar detector that will go onto a bike or how to water proof one give me a heads up mate

The first bike that I’ve ever managed to buy brand new [an ambition of about 20yrs] She has more computer diagnostics than the fricker they used to put the man on the moon, fuel injected, I’m in awe of the engineering they have put into her

She’s still a bit tight and the road was running out but some bugger clocked 196kmph on her the other night [ that will teach me to lend it [haha] There’s a nice piece of back road that goes for 10kms and has no side roads and big open paddocks either side so you can see clearly … I’ll say no more…

So now I can come home from work and aftertea on a good day take her out and spank her, she loves it, being a sport bike in the true sense she likes to rev from the 3000 mark upto 8500 with most of the power delivered from 5500, and she loves to rev under load, loads of tourqe, just loves it, screams “more please”

But the weather dictates it will be a polish in the shed day today MMMMmmm that just polished smell [pause to wipe drool from key board haha ]

So my addiction is under controll as they say at the re-hab, Im maintaining [haha]

So you now get the reason for the name danger stock on road, I’m back

More stories and comments from the riders point of view to come

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