It has been a few good weeks since I got out and really had a great ride, forgive me for surely I have sinned.

It's 23 degrees celcius here (72f for you snow bound Northern hemisphereites) the sun is shining the sky is blue and surprisingly full of old Harvard planes doing aerobatics.

Anyhow I've been neglecting "Blondie" for a while now as I worked on her younger sister the partner's GSX400 so I thought it about time to spread the wings.
Met some great guys up from Masterton, all big bikes and guys in their 50's like me, one look at Blondie and out come the cameras with appreciative oohs and aahs which make all those nights in cold garages worthwhile.

Run into about 140 Harley riders out on the local bike gang's poker run, well behaved bunch, lots of hand signals and such...probably not just cos I was there.

So as town is crawling with Art Deco buffs parading around in 1920's and 30's clothes and vintage cars blocking all the roads we headed out into the hills for some overdue twistie practice, 60 odd miles later my back aches I've sweated right through my riding gear but I can't wipe the grin off my face.

Blondie went like a charm, even when I started doing some Cafe' racer cornering, took all the hills mainly in top gear, I swear if a bike could smile.
