I’ve burned the bridges as they say, no more driving!! I’ve put my registration on hold and on the bike all the time during this summer. This can be tricky, as you’ll always need to plan ahead. what gear to take? where to keep them? is it safe for your bike? what you need and don’t?
The major difference is petrol and travel time especially during rush hours. This is a fair trade off for all the hassle of caring all that gear around.
hat night, I’ve met two young men from Brasil who loved vlogging on Youtube. The channel was called “Gordo NZ“. You guessed it! it’s about motorbikes trips in New Zealand. the audience was intended for Brasilian at most. I had a good chat with him where he showed me his channel and some videos. I couldn’t see their bikes as it turns out they left them in order to get drunk and return with the shuttle but unfortunately for them the bar only excepts cash. The nearest ATM machine was about 32 minutes walk which is not ideal on a rainy day.
Later that night I heard they got picked up by the bikers who found them walking in the night to the nearest petrol station speaking of dedication to get drunk! not sure if they returned or not but I’ve certainly gone in early to check on my tent.
Then I met a nice lady who turns out to be singing that night within a local new band called “COLDROSIE” from hells road to summer 69 and guns&roses all night till midnight.
Anyway back to my sleepless night, I was very happy to wake up the other day and spot a rainbow at the horizon of the ocean.
The sunlight just started to break through the mountains as the fog clears out. a nice view indeed to start my return ride back home collected my stuff put my tent back on the bike and said my fare well to my south african friend and off I went thru the ghost town up the hills no breakfast nothing enjoying the sunny weather on the west coast with stunning scenery!
Stop and took some pictures that were worth stopping for! I mean what the meaning of carrying a camera if you do not use it and being on a motorbike you have the convenience to do just that. to ride on your own terms and pace. I do recommend resisting any temptation to attack the corners because the last thing you want is to be in the middle of nowhere with a puncture tyre and no cell phone coverage to call for help.
I really enjoyed my breakfast halfway thru at Arthur’s pass, had a nice chunky date scone with a cappa that warmed up my senses for the day.
At this place, two Italian stopped me before I hopped on my bike. Admiring the little Suzuki and its shiny chrome. of course being Italians, fans of the Ducati they really appreciate the trip undertaken on the little bike and admire how it managed to take on the ascending steep of Otari road. I’m proud of the little Suzuki as it’s reliability and lightness made this trip more enjoyable. powered by the tailwind on the way back it was a breeze to pass through the beautiful NZ landscape enjoying the music from my phone with still 85% to go on battery the Vimoto Bluetooth system had enough juice to listen to music on high volume all day long.
Last weekend was one of the enjoyable rides and longest I’ve ever made. My first ride with 150 riders, riding the cornerstone ride.
The trip starts from Sumner in the far East ending to Greymouth in the far West at the west coast (wet Coast we like to say).
The idea came to “Allan Townsend” while having a drink with his mate who asked him about his T-shirt? he was wearing a suicide awareness T-shirt. This led to the story of how his mother one day woke up and hang her self as this is an increasing issue in Nz. His mate then suggested doing a group charity ride to help the cause and from that moment the cornerstone ride was born and 6 months later on a sunny Saturday morning of the 14th of October, riders from all over the place joined in.
With a morning BBQ breakfast and a short briefing for some safety tips, we were off before you can say banana split. well, everyone except me as I had my camera out and parked a bit further by the time I got ready no one was left in the street! 😀 except a few.
The plan was to meet other riders riding from the west coast halfway thru at Arthur’s pass to ride into the town of Greymouth. We were expecting rain as this is the norm in the west coast. luckily I took my workmate advise Ian and bought a storm suit for the occasion.
The bikes we had ranged from scooters to big old Harley’s with some sweet victory. I had my gear ready on my bike (tent, sleeping bag, storm suit, camp towel, torch, power bank, hair wax, a 12yr old Sony CyberShot, wet shoes, and some clothes to change for the night)
We were escorted by a police motorcycle in the city. The ambulance tagged along while the ride was looked after by our favourite three musketeers (the instructors of motorcycle training Dan, Pete and Hank).
Some riders rode all the way from the West coast the day before! just to come back the next day! and believe me, they were twice my age! Old champs! that’s how much support we got.
Hank stayed back, checking on us from time to time. At first, I’ve almost lost the group but it is easy to find other and you just go with the flow.
we stopped at springfield station to rest and refill our gas tanks before hitting Arthur’s pass into the mountains. Three young uni-fellas approach me admiring my little bike and wanted to ride alone. Of course no objection from my end so we left the petrol station on two bikes with one pillion. At first, the person with the BMW bike had to stop aside to check his bike? so I stopped and waited for them! it was hard to tell? under the helmet, if he was having mechanical issues or not. But as soon we hit the 100-speed motorway they were nowhere to be seen! which made me re-think the term of riding together. Youngsters can’t hold the temptation of speed I guess! the importance of a long group trip is not sticking together but being prepared and riding at your own pace.
This definitely showed when I arrived at Arthur pass served a hot soup and a nice king size pattie meat. I only had 30 mints before the group takes off again. Yes, my Suzuki 125H is not what you call a fast bike maximum speed is 90 Km/hr in a headwind which was getting stronger and stronger the closer we get to the mountains.
The rain started at Arthurs pass as expected all afternoon. So I unzipped my bag and put on the yellow Minion suit. Unlike my fellow Uni-students who were soaking wet and shivering cold at the time. I reach my destination dry as a cat. 😀
To be honest, I did had a couple of Oh’ sh.. moments going down the Otira Highway but the view was breathtaking even under the pouring rain and with good breaking and slow turns it was manageable for me.
You definitely do not want a puncture or a breakdown in a place where your cell phone won’t work and it will be hard for other vehicles to see you on their way down in a place like this! heck not even in any place during this trip. leave attacking the corners for other days and just enjoy the view. 🛵
As we stop our final stop at the entrance of the city gathering up. Allan reserved a spot for me right behind him at this time I was very proud making it this far and the best part is, everyone did. As we entered Greymouth and rode through the town waving to the people like kings we passed by some residence houses and made a big circle turn around and back to town. later I learned from Allan we blindly follow him to his mom’s house which on a personal level he made this turnaround a tribute to her. The mayor greeted the whole group in Greymouth High School Hall and wish us a safe ride back home tomorrow after we rest.
To my surprise is turned out me and one person were prepared to tent camp that night! The rest of the 150 bikers either head back or slept in holidays lounge.
The place for the tent was also not ideal when you end up on the rugby field of blaketown rugby club. I’ve managed to put my small tent near the club entrance protected from the pouring rain and the wind of the ocean. You can see the wave breakers getting a good beating.
Since I started riding and building my confidence back from my long hibernation. I’ve developed two things which I think every rider needs for improvement. First, anchor ⚓ yourself to the bike. the more you’re familiar with your bike the better decision you can make at a crucial moment. (what speed to corner and what angle to lean)
Secondly, adapt quickly to changes. This played a major role when one day I rushed out on my way home from work fully geared and noticed the grip felt lighter than usual and the clutch was so quick to release! it took me a moment to figured that I’ve left my gloves on the desk and I was riding bare-handed on the bike. ✋🏻
As my clutch handle was just tightened and no gloves the whole experience of slowing the bike down put me off balance. usually before stopping I’ll be in 2nd gear and slightly on the rear brakes but in this case, the bike just didn’t change smoothly and jerked. I had to keep it in 3rd gear which caused a funny incident of me scooter pushing with one leg the bike to give it the momentum speed from almost stop situation.
having my long trip seems have also raised the RPM above 2000 in an idle situation it should be just below. all this was managed and fixed once I got my glove back and tuned the throttle after adjusting the clutch handle tension.
Of course, if I’m going to add another it will be the Smith system of No – Accident check the video out.
The Vimoto V6 Bluetooth intercom system came from China.
I’ve tried it out and it’s not bad.
Unboxing the device I noticed the speakers were strong and good built, it came with different accessories for mounting on your helmet. two microphones, one for the open helmet and the other for the closed head helmet.
On Monday I’ve tested the device while commuting to work. The feel of the ride was different than what I’m accustomed to!
Especially with earplugs in your ears (this was used to prevent my ears from being damaged of sudden high pitch volume from the system) as it turns out you can decrease the volume of your music, your calls but not the system. Ex: (call ended, turning on, turning off, etc…) this can be surprising on a motorcycle which luckily for me, doesn’t happen too often. Having your hearing senses muffled changes the way you ride. This really showed when I took off at a turning green traffic light! I couldn’t hear the Rev of the bike and ended up doing an unintentional wheelie for a burst fraction of a second. I thought this wasn’t possible on this bike 😅. Surprised yes, but it was a rush 🏍️.
Another issue is after awhile using the earplugs with the plastic stud does annoy you as it hits the speaker and your ear. until I buy one with no wire or plastic in them I’ve ended up just using small pieces of tissues instead. 🙉
Another thing my colleague help me figure was the clutch handle being loose after my long trip to Springfield station (will be discussed later in this blog). good thing it was a simple fix by tightening up the screw.