28th February 2107
I wake latish after a good night's sleep. I paid off all but some loose change off my mortgage yesterday evening (apparently the last details have to be done by post or some such nonsense, so I'll deal with it when I get home).
It was a good feeling.
I had a haircut yesterday afternoon, as it's been about four weeks since it was last done. Unfortunately, no-one in the world except Kate, who has been cutting my hair for over 15yrs, seems to be able to do anything with it. When Sheree (no, really) was finished and blow-dried it, it looked fine - but it soon stuck up at all angles, leaving me looking like a gibbon who had got too inquisitive at a weed-whacker demonstration. God knows what I'll do if Kate ever gives up hair cutting. Still, it's soon going to be encased in a crash helmet, so it's not really a priority...
I quickly shower, get kitted up and then take a stroll into the already warm morning to the Lambretta Bar that I spotted yesterday. It had been my plan to have dinner here last night, but I dozed off after beer at lunchtime and woke late...
There are a couple of customers at the tables outside, but I opt for the slightly cooler table inside. Cooler temperature, that is - I have no chance of being any other type of cool with this haircut...
Predictably, I order the full works (I missed breakfast yesterday
)
It's probably the best breakfast I've had since I got here - really tasty with coffee so strong that it's still propping my eyelids open several hours later...
I like the Lambretta Bar - it's got a lot of genuine old stuff and the service and food is top notch. I also like the fact that the mosaic in front of the door has been repaired with duct tape - how much more like a Lambretta can you get?
Remember these? Those zany, fun-loving Germans...
I stroll back to the hotel and pack the bike. The apartment had a washer and dryer (with free powder!), so I'm fully laundered and ready to go by just after 1000.
I set off, following Bettie's directions south out of Nelson, spotting this old chap on the left...
It looks original (ie unrestored) and is in tip-top condition...
...I had an estate version of this as my first ever patrol car when I joined Traffic Dept on the Motorway at Almondsbury, north of Bristol, in 1980. What a turd of a car it was...
I rejoin Bettie's route and the fairly busy traffic heading south.
I eventually reach a garage stating that it was the last fuel for 100km, so decide it's time to fill up. I meet up with an old boy (didn't catch his name) who is visiting from Canada for a couple of months - he used to ride an Ariel Square Four. When I told him I'd seen a couple at the Invercargill museum his eyes lit up and he wrote down details. His wife got a picture of him sat on the Adv - I think it made his day...
I fill up with 95 octane and check the tyre pressures - the front has lost about four psi over the past 10 days, but it's been working hard off road on some fairly gnarly gravel, so I'm not too concerned. To my irritation, both pressure monitors now read 32psi, although they have just been inflated to 38/44. As I ride on, it dawns on me that 32psi is probably the default reading when the monitors battery is flat (my rear one has been reading 32psi for some days). I resolve to find some replacement batteries when I can...
For now, it's just a case of following Bettie's route to the non-too distant Reefton, my target for the day.
It's 82°F without a breath of wind - the sky is almost unbroken blue...
...it's a good day to be riding...
In East Murchison I stop and manage to find a couple of the batteries I need for the tyre monitors. I fit them and it makes no difference...
This piece of mutton dressed as lamb was disporting herself on the main street...
For all her shiny paintwork and new hood...
I think I prefer her older sister in Collingwood...
Onward!
Came across this prang not far south of Murchison - a tanker driver had somehow managed to get his trailer in the nearside ditch...
Apologies for the pic quality - had to be a little covert...
I know what you've been thinking - where are the bridges?
There you go...
Saw this lovely old shire horse just before getting to Reefton...
I arrive in Reefton, an old town with a history of coal mining, and stop for a cold drink (and a slice of carrot cake) at a pavement café...
...when my attention is distracted...
...by the arrival of this old gent...
Robbie, the driver...
...has owned the car for 50yrs and restored it long ago. He did all the work except the paint and upholstery. He is on a week's trip with a couple of relatives to celebrate his 80th birthday last Sunday - the car was born the same year he was...
We chat for 15 minutes or so about the difficulties of finding parts and how much easier that has become with the advent of the internet. He is amazingly bright and spry for his age - he's inspiring to talk to...
No prizes as there are too many clues - it's a 1937 Chevrolet 'Businessman's Coupe'. It has a straight six four-litre engine...
As we are talking, another 1937 car appears...
Any guesses?
I drop into a local art gallery, as I'm trying to track down an artist that lives in Reefton...
...but unfortunately they can't help (which I find really odd in a place as small as this)...
I ride the Adv across the road to the rather rudimentary accommodation I have booked for this evening...
I check in and unpack - the WiFi is a little flaky, but after a while I get my pictures uploaded and make a start on the journal.
Good day...
I wake latish after a good night's sleep. I paid off all but some loose change off my mortgage yesterday evening (apparently the last details have to be done by post or some such nonsense, so I'll deal with it when I get home).
It was a good feeling.
I had a haircut yesterday afternoon, as it's been about four weeks since it was last done. Unfortunately, no-one in the world except Kate, who has been cutting my hair for over 15yrs, seems to be able to do anything with it. When Sheree (no, really) was finished and blow-dried it, it looked fine - but it soon stuck up at all angles, leaving me looking like a gibbon who had got too inquisitive at a weed-whacker demonstration. God knows what I'll do if Kate ever gives up hair cutting. Still, it's soon going to be encased in a crash helmet, so it's not really a priority...
I quickly shower, get kitted up and then take a stroll into the already warm morning to the Lambretta Bar that I spotted yesterday. It had been my plan to have dinner here last night, but I dozed off after beer at lunchtime and woke late...
There are a couple of customers at the tables outside, but I opt for the slightly cooler table inside. Cooler temperature, that is - I have no chance of being any other type of cool with this haircut...
Predictably, I order the full works (I missed breakfast yesterday
It's probably the best breakfast I've had since I got here - really tasty with coffee so strong that it's still propping my eyelids open several hours later...
I like the Lambretta Bar - it's got a lot of genuine old stuff and the service and food is top notch. I also like the fact that the mosaic in front of the door has been repaired with duct tape - how much more like a Lambretta can you get?
Remember these? Those zany, fun-loving Germans...
I stroll back to the hotel and pack the bike. The apartment had a washer and dryer (with free powder!), so I'm fully laundered and ready to go by just after 1000.
I set off, following Bettie's directions south out of Nelson, spotting this old chap on the left...
It looks original (ie unrestored) and is in tip-top condition...
...I had an estate version of this as my first ever patrol car when I joined Traffic Dept on the Motorway at Almondsbury, north of Bristol, in 1980. What a turd of a car it was...
I rejoin Bettie's route and the fairly busy traffic heading south.
I eventually reach a garage stating that it was the last fuel for 100km, so decide it's time to fill up. I meet up with an old boy (didn't catch his name) who is visiting from Canada for a couple of months - he used to ride an Ariel Square Four. When I told him I'd seen a couple at the Invercargill museum his eyes lit up and he wrote down details. His wife got a picture of him sat on the Adv - I think it made his day...
I fill up with 95 octane and check the tyre pressures - the front has lost about four psi over the past 10 days, but it's been working hard off road on some fairly gnarly gravel, so I'm not too concerned. To my irritation, both pressure monitors now read 32psi, although they have just been inflated to 38/44. As I ride on, it dawns on me that 32psi is probably the default reading when the monitors battery is flat (my rear one has been reading 32psi for some days). I resolve to find some replacement batteries when I can...
For now, it's just a case of following Bettie's route to the non-too distant Reefton, my target for the day.
It's 82°F without a breath of wind - the sky is almost unbroken blue...
...it's a good day to be riding...
In East Murchison I stop and manage to find a couple of the batteries I need for the tyre monitors. I fit them and it makes no difference...
This piece of mutton dressed as lamb was disporting herself on the main street...
For all her shiny paintwork and new hood...
I think I prefer her older sister in Collingwood...
Onward!
Came across this prang not far south of Murchison - a tanker driver had somehow managed to get his trailer in the nearside ditch...
Apologies for the pic quality - had to be a little covert...
I know what you've been thinking - where are the bridges?
There you go...
Saw this lovely old shire horse just before getting to Reefton...
I arrive in Reefton, an old town with a history of coal mining, and stop for a cold drink (and a slice of carrot cake) at a pavement café...
...when my attention is distracted...
...by the arrival of this old gent...
Robbie, the driver...
...has owned the car for 50yrs and restored it long ago. He did all the work except the paint and upholstery. He is on a week's trip with a couple of relatives to celebrate his 80th birthday last Sunday - the car was born the same year he was...
We chat for 15 minutes or so about the difficulties of finding parts and how much easier that has become with the advent of the internet. He is amazingly bright and spry for his age - he's inspiring to talk to...
No prizes as there are too many clues - it's a 1937 Chevrolet 'Businessman's Coupe'. It has a straight six four-litre engine...
As we are talking, another 1937 car appears...
Any guesses?
I drop into a local art gallery, as I'm trying to track down an artist that lives in Reefton...
...but unfortunately they can't help (which I find really odd in a place as small as this)...
I ride the Adv across the road to the rather rudimentary accommodation I have booked for this evening...
I check in and unpack - the WiFi is a little flaky, but after a while I get my pictures uploaded and make a start on the journal.
Good day...