The ramblings of a 40 something motorcyclist. My trips,opinions, needs, views and anything I think important written here. Hopefully inspiring some along the way.
Now including my "Rogeys Gravel Rash Adventures"......as I embark on a new journey off road...
Saturday, December 31, 2011
South Island Day 5
Ever since I learnt ho to ride a motorbike I was hooked, I loved it. The freedom, the camaraderie, that feeling of perfecting the perfect corner, the places I have seen and the people I have met.
Every now and then you have one of those days one a bike when it all comes together. When you realise how incredibly lucky you to have found something that can send your spirit soaring.....
This was a day I had looked to since I first planned this trip. Haast to Wanaka. One of the greatest scenic roads in the world, and pure bikers delight.
But first before I left Wanaka I decided to go on a scenic flight. Not just any ordinary flight, but a flight in a 1941 Tiger Moth....with some acrobatics thrown in for good measure. What a hoot, and what a stunning morning to fly over Lakes Wanaka and Hawea.
After the flight I left Wanaka and headed to Hasst via the Haast highway. This magnificent, scenic road with changing views around every sweeping corner. From the glistening lakes of Hawea on the left and Wanaka to the right, to Mt Aspiring, through canopy covered roads, waterfalls, and fresh water rivers......It is a mind blowing, heart lifting, awe inspiring ride. Seriously there is no other road like it in New Zealand, and it is by far my favourite. Words will never truly explain the shear beauty that beholds you as you ride it.
It is a road that needs to be ridden twice, once to stop continually and take photos, and once just to ride it any true biker wants to ride it...passionately. (but with care)
When God made this road.......he wasnt thinking about camper vans or Four wheel drives......he was thinking about two wheels.
From Haast turned and headed up the unpopulated West Coast, stopping only at Knights point for a picture....the rest was just a blur of sweeping corners and empty roads, I was in biking nirvana. The time when it all comes together. I stopped in Franz Joseph for fuel and continued on to Hokitika for the night. A day of riding and adventure that I will never forget.