KIWI RIDER JANUARY 2018 VOL.1 | Page 70

Balmy summer nights and the sound of... stitches. by Roger Moroney A hh it is the season of summer, if the weather does decide to actually play ball, which means the bike can be rolled out into clement airs and dry surfaces. Unless you’re one of those offroad chaps who pursue a landscape which is, shall we say, challenging. I have tried the offroad adventure on a couple of occasions, but came to the conclusion that the curve of bitumen with the white markings down the centre was more my cup of tea. Especially after it took about a fortnight for the wounds upon the old posterior to finally clear up. On this note, it has to be pointed out that if one is to embark on a dash along a river bank on a mate’s barking two-stroke 250 enduro bike then one should be suitably clad. A light pair of jeans and a T-shirt doesn’t do it. Mind you I had the good sense to wear the helmet of course, and was also (for some bizarre reason) wearing gloves... despite the fact my arms were otherwise bare. Which brings me to the point of this tale. For it is the season of the summer, which means in some cases it will become the season of the “ouch”. The season of the ill- dressed riders. Scantily clad pilots who, in many cases, will end up sharing their scar-filled war stories a decade or so down the track. Which I have foolishly partaken in. Yep, ‘twas the season of the “ouch” back there in the summer 70 KIWI RIDER Photo: Geoff Osborne We’d not suggest this level of kit to pop to the dairy, but cover it to keep it...