Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
काम्ब्रिद्गे बोलिंग क्लब
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Te Anga pub shed
Te Anga pub
We rode north to Marakopa with a view to staying at the campsite there, but we were an hour late and it was all shut. We decided to press on to Te Anga. The building is a Lockwood. Never seen a Lockwood pub before. It really made my evening, ish. After a couple of beers and a feed, we enquired about accomodation. None was available, but the publican said we could stay in the garage for free. So we did. All good, except the local dogs could smell us and since nobody had introduced us to them they kept barking all night.
Red clay bank
Justification for bringing tripod
The hell snooze
I love sleeping in the sun. Most of the year it's either too cold or too dangerous - falling asleep in the summer sun is a very bad idea in NZ, as there's not much ozone to keep your skin from burning. Midday in springtime is generally ok. Note my new detachable face. Presumably John removed it before taking this shot.
Lunch at Waikawau beach
Traction engine
Ooh, a traction engine! Cool. Wonder how long it's been there?
The tree provade scant shelter but my green shoe covers were just the thing for the oozy ground.
I'm wearing Victor Victoria dress pants in a lightweight wool. Had 'em ten years and they're now at the stage where the get toured in until the seat falls out.
Seaview Holiday Park
Mokau
Yay! A tunnel!
There's lots of tunnels in Taranaki, though we only went though one on this trip. Actually, make that two.
Storm damage
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
House on the hill
A picture says blah. Actually, one thing I didn't take any photographs of btu which was a ubiquitous feature of the tour was parked cars everywhere along the roadsides. Like, a lot more parked cars than you'd expect in the countryside.
They're all whitebaiters - off down the river with the big net and the thermos of coffee, I gather.
Chasing John
Charging off down the first descent out of Ohura. I've got a watery mixture of oat bran, ground almonds and coconut milk powder - and salt - in the left hand bottle. The right bottle is a water filter. There's generally plenty of water available in most parts of NZ but quality is often dodgy. Travelling with a filter, no more probulations. You have to get off the bike more, but you can travel lighter.
Paul's bike
Chasing Paul
Paul's truck(s)
Truck: left-hand projection
This is the house truck side-on. Note conspicuous absence of truckulence. No truckiness visible from any angle, in fact. I'm more into tents than house trucks, though I did spend a couple of months living out of my Hiace van a while back. It was quite nice, actually. Perhaps it's all my early childhood campervan and caravanning I did.
Truck made out of house. No, wait...
John's new chopper
Sometime it rine, sometimes nah
The older I get, the more inflected my English. It's a hobby. Carradice Barley saddlebag did the trick. I was carrying a very small synthetic 'ping bag, a thermarest, half a kilo of oat bran and half a kilo of prunes (they're way jucier than dried apricots, but very sticky). The only unneccesary extras were (in retrospect) a small pair of binoculars which I "used" once, and a Minox camera tripod (ditto). I didn't really need the thermarest, either. For these long solo trips I'm quite prepared to ride another hour or two to find shelter, and don't mind riding and night and sleeping by day when it's warm.
Waiouru to Hamilton via the west coast
I took a week off work to do a big ride. I wanted to end up in Hamilton, as I was overdue for a visit, and found an opportunity to ride the desert road, which I've wanted to do for a while now.
Here's the route:
I did 180 Km on the first day, starting at midnight in Waiouru (koz that's when the night bus arrives). Conditions were favourable - 6 degrees, light southerly winds - so I set off right away. Traffic at that time of night is almost entirely large trucks, which are predictable and highly visible. Easier to handle than carloads of skiers, who invariably take the west road round the mountain.
I was going for endurance (read: fat burning) not speed, so I croze through the night and arrived at Turangi at dawn.
I crashed out for an hour near Kuratau once the sun had come up, then continued west to Taumarunui. Had anohter sleep around midday, then anohter 6 hours to Ohura. I learned when I gto there that I'd have been better off taking the north road, which is flatter. Never mind.
I arrived at John's place at dusk, just in time for the hangi-in-a-keg which had just been taken out of its baskets. Yum! I felt pretty good. 180 Km in 18 hours, a personal best for time on the bike and distance travelled. I'm sure I can do 200 Km and 24 hours, so that's my next big ride objective. Starting at night helps, mentally at least.
I spent Sunday crashed out in a house truck, chatting with John and thinking about the next leg of the ride.
Monday, September 10, 2007
The Black Holdsworth
A couple of weeks ago I scored a nice Holdsworth from TradeMe - same guy I bought the RRA from, in fact (thanks Steve! Keep 'em coming:)
It's almost identical to the Gillot - same tubeset so identical sizing, same lugs. It has pump pegs, the Gillot doesn't. The Gillot has rear rack bosses; the Holdsworth does not. They have nice hand-painted detailing at the top of the seat stays, same same but different. Presumably made in the same factory aroudn the same time and painted (or at least had it lugs detailed) by the same person. The Gillot has a metal head badge; the Holdsworth a sticker.
The Holdsworth had the usual problem of bikes of this age, namely a bent bottom bracket axle. Out comes the old Stronglight, in goes the Shimano UN53. Out comes the back wheel and in goes the new Sturmey-Archer 8 speed hub. It's very nice - will still need some tweaking, however. I haven't yet found a suitable place to mount the rotary shifter and it won't change into the higher gears reiably - presume there's too much cable tension. And it needs a new Nitto Technomic stem, like all bikes which run moustache bars.
So now I have two matched pairs of road bikes which fit me. Joy! It's like having four pairs of shoes in slightly different colours. I can choose which bike to ride based on what I'm wearing, how I'm feeling, the weather, anything. Choice as liberation:)
The Holdsworth is cool but it's not read to tour on yet. (Apart from anything else it needs a headset job koz it won't ride no-hands). For my next tour, the Gillot fixie is the steed of choice - stay toon'd for more updates. It's Waiouru to Hamilton via the west coast. Moihaha!
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