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.
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