End of 2025

 I am still on the motorbike, the Honda Varadero with its 996cc engine. I also bought a Ducati ST2 with a 944cc engine, but, as I write, I am trying to sell that. The Honda is from 2008, but the Ducati is from 2002, so both are long in the tooth. 

I bought the Varadero in January 2021 with 17,000 km on the odometer, and it now has 186,000 km. I bought the Ducati in March or so of 2023 with 44,192, and it now has 89,0000 on it, and for a few weeks the odometer stopped working, meaning it probably should be well over 90k. 

So no car, just the motorbikes, a long commute and a fair amount of travelling, all add up to plenty of km on the bikes. I also rented a Yamaha Tenere in Sydney, and went with my son to the Blue Mountains and then along some lovely back roads to Newcastle. 

Update

 I started this blog full of enthusiasm for the possibility of motorcycle touring and my life in New Zealand. I am still enjoying the touring, but the Covid pandemic has meant international touring is difficult. It has also been difficult to enjoy teaching, and I have had two bad years. Those bad years seem over, and I am now in a very different teaching environment. I am no longer struggling with rude and reluctant secondary school students, but teaching online (largely) Chinese students (on the whole) the secrets of academic English for New Zealand university entrance.

In anticipation of a move to England in 2020, I sold my new motorbike. Within weeks, the move fell through, and I was left in a situation where I was due to leave my house in Hamilton, I had no motorbike, no job and I had sold or given away a lot of my belongings. I started to apply for some jobs, but then received a call from a school where I had an interview. It was an opportunity on a plate. I took it, moved to the town and started teaching. It was the same school I mentioned in a prior post and yes, the kids were difficult. I ended up losing the plot one day, when the students were rioting, and one was making monkey faces and gestures behind my back. I walked out of the classroom. 

I spent several months doing delivery in a van for a supermarket. At one stage, I asked a former student, a neighbour, to baby-sit my son for the day, and she said I was a good teacher, but the kids were dreadful. When I was given that positive reinforcement, I looked for a new job in teaching, and found this place that is between school and university. I bought a second-hand motorcycle, basically with the money from the sale of my 'new' motorbike. My new job does mean a long ride through Auckland traffic to the centre of the biggest city in New Zealand, but I enjoy it. I feel it develops my biking ability and my resilience. 

Another interesting aspect is that my car was stolen by my ex-housemate, so I now have only the bike and no car. The ex-housemate, of an ethnic group that cannot be criticised in NZ without being accused of racism, was being kicked out of the house for not paying rent. While I was away in Wellington, with my youngest son, on the motorbike, he went into my room, found my car key and took off with it. It was recovered a few days later, but written off by the insurer. 

As a result, the motorbike is my only transport, and my pleasure for every day. 

Daily use is interesting. It can be cold, rainy, even flooding one day. These winter days are also dark when I leave and return home. 

Hamilton to Tuakau; interview

An interview for a potential post next year, at 2pm on a Friday. After my experience with the school I am at, I am still not completely enthusiastic about more classroom battles next year, and this potential school has a fame of being quite rough. The children of rich kids in Tuakau go to the better township next door. 

Still, an interview is an interview and worth attending, so I went into work with my motorcycle gear, changed into my interview suit and smart shoes, taught my two classes, then changed back into motorcycle gear, and packed up my suit and smart shoes into the side saddlebag. I thought about getting a cup of coffee somewhere, but I had enough petrol in the tank and wanted to get going. I headed out through Te Rapa and took State Highway One north to Auckland. The instrument panel told me I had 107km of fuel in the tank, but after 20 minutes' riding, I had 115km so I continued on past the BP in Te Rapa. I assume that the microcomputer checking fuel quantity takes into account the type of riding, and straight lines along motorways at steady speed are very economical, so I decided not to stop at Taupiri either. I was soon heading into Auckland region, but I saw a turn-off to Glen Murray and Rangiriri and, thinking that would get me to Tuakau, I took that. I soon found myself on country roads, which were lovely, but with a slight fear about my arrival time. In the back of my mind I knew it would work out, because I had ridden from Glen Murray to Tuakau, so once I got to Glen Murray I would be fine. 

After a pleasant ride, with some light rain, I reached a t-junction and took the Tuakau road. As I was slightly worried about the time, I was not able to enjoy the road too much, but I was pleased with the sight of the bridge across the River Waikato. I rolled into Tuakau, and looked for somewhere for lunch, but could not see anything except the same place I had been to a month prior. I parked on the street and locked the wheel and my helmet. A small purchase I had for my motorbike was a simple bicycle lock, which I had seen on YouTube as good for jackets and helmets. The trick is to run the cable through the arm of a motorcycle jacket and the visor of the helmet, and then lock this to the motorbike. This kind of lock is useless against a serious motorcycle thief, who is equipped with bolt cutters, but it stops the opportunistic theft of the helmet by the delinquent walking along the street. I did take a seat in the cafe so that I could see the bike. I ordered the special of the day, a Thai Green Curry at $10, along with a much-desired coffee. 

At the school I signed in, popped into a staff toilet, changed into my suit, and returned. The interview went well. I am not sure how I feel about the place. 

I also enjoyed the trip home, and, with no time pressure, I stuck to back roads, going to Glen Murray, Glen Afton, Waingaro, Ngaruawahia and then I stopped for coffee in Te Rapa in Hamilton.

Hamilton to Whanganui

 

A new best route in New Zealand; State Highway 4.

A job interview in Whanganui. A school that I know quite well. Perhaps teaching a subject I'd like to teach. Initially I had planned to ride down the evening before and stay with a friend, but then I realised I'd miss my last tutorial for the university paper in Spanish that I am taking at distance. So I calculated that I could ride down the morning of the interview, arrive in time for the midday interview, have lunch, and then return to Hamilton. I did not even need to get up early, but while checking my emails before 7am, my little son Skyped me, and we had a conversation till it was time to go.

As I walked out the door, it felt cold, so I slipped on another layer and then put the motorbike jacket on again. “An early morning chill,' I said to myself, and headed off to Te Awamutu. It was a steady chill, at about 11°C, and there did not seem to be any improvement. I rode from Hamilton to Te Awamutu, to Otorohanga and then on to Te Kuiti along State Highway 3. I smiled to myself as I looked at the clock; instead of a department meeting, I was on the V-Strom. A little later, I smiled some more as I thought of the unfortunate person who would be teaching my first class of the day. To be fair, it was going to be easy; the students were scheduled for the library, so the relief teacher just had to encourage 21^st Century kids to pick up a book and read.

The weather did not improve, though the scenery did. I turned off State Highway 3 at about 12 kilometres after Te Kuiti at a place called “Eight Mile Junction.” Funny name that.

That was the start of State Highway 4, which instantly became a favourite road. Beautiful scenery, with all that is best in New Zealand; curves, forests, farmland, hills, valleys, rivers alongside the road and good straight stretches. There were small towns, but in New Zealand, small can be very little indeed. The rain increased, and the temperature dropped. This was not supposed to happen; as the sun rose, it should get warmer. The heated grips were warming my palms and the inside of my hands, but it was still cold.

So I decided to have a quick warming break in Taumaranui. McDonald's seemed the obvious choice; fast, guaranteed heating and cheap. I had some friendly remarks from another customer as I ordered and sat down. It was my second breakfast of the day, and once it was over, I put on the waterproof trousers and rode east and then south to Whanganui. I was now feeling warmer, though the Central Plateau was cold. Tongariro was covered in clouds, but the road was great and quiet. I sped past the village, or perhaps the tourist point on the map, of “National Park” and continued south. At this stage, I was a little worried that I would be late, so there were to be no more stops. Straight through Raetihi, and then the truly majestic part of SH4, where the road sweeps alongside the Mangawhero River, with hills on both sides, trees, valleys, sheep, beef cattle and dairy cows, the chance to sweep down a curve and cruise up the next hill, with changes of gear as the curves tightened and the road narrowed, and opportunities to accelerate past vehicles as the road opened out. The views were lovely. At one stage, I had to stop for road works caused by the combination of a river and a hillside; rocks falling from one to the other cause problems for tarmac.

Before I knew it, I was rolling into Whanganui and crossing the lovely Dublin Road Bridge. I was twenty minutes early for the interview, which gave me enough time to change into my suit.

Although the weather and the temperature did not improve on my way home, I still enjoyed the return. A great day.

Gold strike.

Sunday 11th October.

I know that I have plenty to learn, rather like Socrates, and in motorcycling there are plenty of aspects that I need to improve. I have never been the most coordinated and my hand-eye judgement is not the greatest, so I need to learn to avoid problems.

Motorcycling requires techniques, an awareness of the road and a sensitivity to the vehicle that is very different from driving a car. This year I have taken three courses with ProRider, two 'silver' courses and yesterday I took the gold course. It is not to do with age; I am well short of my Gold Card. Ok, not too much short of it. I signed up for my first Silver course soon after I bought my V-Strom, I had done a little more than a 1000km, and this was after selling my last motorbike in 2007, so 12 and a half years without a motorbike. I was concerned that I might have developed some bad habits, and, yes, I had a few. I tended to cut across corners, as I often started from near the centre white line and then would try to maintain that. Of course, if a vehicle came round the opposite way, I had to cut to the side. My braking also needed practise but my slow control was not too bad. I could get a reasonably tight circle and so esses round cones quite well. 

My next Silver course, a few months later, was enjoyable. I had practised slow speed work, including circles both clockwise and anti-clockwise, I had improved my braking and paid attention to the advice on entering and leaving curves. With braking, it is important that readers are aware that the front brake, controlled with the right hand lever, is most effective, but that grabbing it, especially when the bike is unbalanced, can lead to the front wheel sliding, which means a bruising fall. The rear brake, controlled through the right foot, is less effective in stopping but is the most stable. If you need to stop quickly, then you need the front brake to be firmly used, with increasing pressure as the tyre grips down on the road, and the rear end rises alarmingly. Of course, you must use it when going straight, because applying the front brake as you go around a corner at an angle means a slide, unless you can judge it well. 

My judgement is better than it was, and I understood the V-Strom's reactions much better when I did my second Silver course. I was better at choosing the right lines when entering and exiting curves, and I felt pretty pleased with myself. 

So, my Gold course. The first notable point was that my 650cc was now the baby of the bunch. There was GSXR750, a Kawasaki 950, then the other bikes were over a litre. Having said that, my 'little' 650cc was not the slowest and managed well, leaving me with the puzzle of why riders like huge engine sizes which frequently do not translate into improved performance. My next point was that the generally older riders felt less need to show off. In the silver courses, there was at least one person with a 250cc who had to outgun everyone and zip on at a high squeal. 

Anyway. There was some good work on emergency braking, as well as counter-weighting turns, which I had practised well, and then some open road work. I was pretty happy with my positioning both entering and leaving curves, but perhaps I was not as fast as others. Still, speed is not the only aspect, and I was content with my progress and my learning for the day. 

I can now claim a discount on my registration because I have done a silver course and a gold course in the same year. $100, sure, I will save that!

The photo shows the participants in the course.

Paeroa

 Just a short trip with C. Last weekend was lovely and warm, so I took out the inner layer of both motorcycle jackets as I felt that warmer weather was on the way. 

We rode out in chilly 14 degree C weather, and soon there was a strong cross-wind, with that distinctive feel of a southerly. There is not a lot between New Zealand and Antarctica, so the southerly can be cold for a long time. I took the usual road out to Paeroa, with a potential plan of going to Waihi, but as I felt cold and I was sure that C was too, we stopped to eat and warm up, and called it a day. It was a more pleasant ride home as the temperature increased to 18C, but the wind was piercing. I took a more rural route to Tahuna and it was very pleasant to be on good roads. 

So not much of a trip, and work at the elections tomorrow. I will be doing a ProRider Gold motorcycle course on Sunday, and then I am back to work on Monday. I can't say I am looking forward to that. 

Maungaturoto and return to Hamilton

 

Saturday 3^rd October.

The next morning, I showered, made myself some plunger coffee and then went out to look for something more substantial. I had only ridden about 100 metres when I saw a French “Bistro” on the corner. Absolutely ideal. So, I parked again, grabbed all my valuable stuff and went in. There was a lovely menu but I did not want to spend too much, and just contented myself with a café au lait, and a croissant with butter and strawberry jam. Perfect. Very civilized. The woman who served me in “Le Bistro de Paris” said that she and her French husband and daughter had come to Whangarei a few years earlier and that they had a steady business, in part because their cafe was quite unique in the city.

I set my NavMan to the school I planned to visit when I finished my repast. The NavMan was perhaps a mistake because it instantly set me a course and I felt obliged to obey the machine, so rather than pootling around Whangarei to see some sights, I was soon out onto the highway heading south again. I was soon on the flat road that does a semicircle by Marsden Point and Ruakaka. I glanced over at Uretiti Beach, where there is a campsite. I had thought about camping, but it cost $20, the same as the backpackers’ hostel. Some camping would be good practice, especially if travelling in Australia, but I need to decide what to do about cooking and food. I was recommended a petrol cooking stove since the V-Strom uses petrol too, but I cannot find anything in the so-called camping stores in Hamilton. So-called because they are mostly about stylish clothes, rather than anything else.

Before I knew it, I was back curving up and down the Brynderwyn Hills and enjoying myself. I turned off State Highway One to number 12, and was soon at Maungaturoto. I took a sharp turn at the top of a hill and rode down a few kilometres to the school. It is a little curious that the high school is a few kilometres from the town along an underused road. The school is attractive in a slightly ‘rural poor’ style; painted in a pleasing white and sky-blue colour, with wooden buildings dating back fifty or more years. There was a football pitch and various outdoor netball and basketball courts, but no rugby pitch. In the snobbishness of New Zealand schools, the lack of a rugby pitch is not only indicative of the declining interest in rugby for teenagers, but also shows that other schools nearby are aggressively competitive, so smaller schools drop rugby in favour of the less violent and more enjoyable football.

It looked a good school. The principal wants to grow languages, which is where I might have a role. Still, rural New Zealand and Spanish? Thinking positively, a teacher could be respected and a part of the community. I remounted and continued along the road, which turned to gravel and petered out, then returned to the town of Maungaturoto. There is a small supermarket, a café, a post office, several real estate agents and various rural supplies. The house prices are depressingly prohibitive at the $650,000 plus and TradeMe has no rental properties. Perhaps a government will one day make lots of new houses and people can afford them, or people could rent at reasonable rates … No, I don’t think so either!

 

I bought some postcards and stamps in the post office and continued. I thought about a cup of coffee, but I had already had several this morning. 

I continued on Route 12, and, on a whim, followed the road to Whakapirau, which was a beautiful little holiday home township. It did not look like there was much to do, except enjoy retirement. There was a small port for Aucklanders to load and unload their fishing vessels. I took some pictures and returned to the main road. I thought about riding to Dargaville, but it was quite far, and I felt I would do better to return south and eat something in Auckland.

The road south was largely empty in the direction I was travelling, but many cars were travelling north for a day in the country. I stopped to put in some petrol in Warkworth and it seemed to be a meeting place for large Indian families who greeted each other with enthusiasm, and then rushed in to get curries in the restaurant attached to the petrol station. It was perhaps the first time I had seen an Indian restaurant attached to a petrol station, but there was also the more traditional McDonalds.

I fuelled up the motorbike, checked the air-pressure in the tyres, and skipped on any fuel for myself. I saw the signs for the toll road and noted that it was $2.40 for both cars and motorcycles. I was tempted but decided to stick with the coast road. Once again, I enjoyed the views of the Auckland Harbour Bridge and turned off to the harbour itself. I had an idea of a place to go, but soon found myself by the backpackers’ hostel C and I had stayed in several months ago. I parked the motorbike, locked it, and went into a food hall. I had some Vietnamese food, though the prawn chilli did not have much chilli. I then wandered the street and had a coffee. I wrote some comments in my journal, thought about future possibilities and watched people. 

Time to continue! I was soon out into the Auckland traffic, and rode south. It was a pleasant ride and I turned off at Taupiri so that I could take State Highway 1b through Gordonton and back home. Another enjoyable trip on the V-Strom. I have not solved my life’s problems, but at least I saw a potential school, visited Northland, and had a good evening in the backpackers’ hostel. 

I can see how backpacking can be a life for people.