The years just seem to fly by, don't they?
Riding continues unabated, through sunshine, freezing rain (ICE WATER) Both on and off road... the training is going swimmingly.
Last Wednesday consisted of a brilliant spin/put the world to rights session with Girl Lightning and Obi Wan
GL and I headed out for a quick loop before the light faded, as Obi Wan had become snarled in traffic. Arriving back, to find Obi Wan, Dangerous and Vexed, lamenting the state of Auckland in general we headed off proper. It was a beautiful ride, trails marginally more packed down (And washed out) thanks to the rain. Parked over on the side of the trails with head torches off to save power, we indulged in the kind of conversation that usually centers around pints of beer, roaring fires and dart boards. This ride further cemented my love of bikes, and those that ride them.
Yesterday found me at the family compound to celebrate our nephew's first birthday..Well done that man!! Food was consumed and happy birthdays sung. It was grand..
We headed back to the family ranch with two thirds of the Three Kings Massive in tow, and with Rebs and Thommo duly entertained I struck out for a late afternoon spin.
Lovely ride, sea level to mountain top, both on and off road. And in true West Auckland style I almost became embroiled in the noble art of fisticuffs...
A quick note to all you Muddy-Ginger haired weak chinned throwbacks, the Chlamydia ravaged half sisters, and the dude in the Xtra Tall T shirt flagging yo' colours...
IF you make to whip a rock at me while I'm flying down a hill I will flip you off and mouth "Fuck You". I kinda look at that kind of action as essentially calling someone out, however I passed you and kept going..episode over, right?
IF However, on the return climb I find you all waiting for me, attempting to "Staunch me out" I will take it upon myself to call you both out (Chlamydia ravaged half sister aside, I am a gentleman after all). I Will use such words as Fucktard and I will use it in anger. I will inquire if there is anything that is wished to be said, AND the fact that you both backed down so quickly makes me want to beat on you even more...Thank god for this thing
Incident averted by Throwback cowardice I arrived home to find an MME (Messy Mothers Evening) in full swing. Roasts were cooked, fun was had and Wives (Mine) were drunk under the table by other wives (Three Kings Massive Represent!!!). Beers, food, exercise, physical violence and vomiting....the quintessential West Auckland Sunday afternoon.
Strange times, Indeed.
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