Nicki in the Naki

Slight diversion first.

Another ride around our new favourite track, but with the added bonus of a few new faces in the team. Rose's friends, the Webbs, and our Rail Trail buddy Steve joined us. There was a bit of a palaver, when Steve discovered his tyres were flat and our pumps had the wrong fittings, so while he and Rich set off to the petrol station we set off in the opposite direction to the one we normally go in.

 Yay! The track had finally been completed so no scrambling over locked gates and juddering along rocky paths. We set a good pace, but even so we only had to wait a couple of minutes outside the church, to meet up with Rich and Steve coming from the other direction. Rich said Steve had set a cracking pace, so he was panting a bit. We persuaded them to carry on the way we had just come so they could enjoy the new bits, and we all met up at the end of the ride at the same time without further incident.

On the way home we called into the Havelock North bike shop to do some research on carriers and saddlebags (I covet the one Rose has).  My eye fell on this bike and it took me a couple of minutes to work out what it was - an electric one! (Or 'battery assisted', as the man explained.) Well the man insisted (insisted, I tell you) that I gave it a try. As I knew my cousin was wanting one of these, I thought it was my duty to give it a go. With a wee squeal, (the man said everyone does that) I shot out the shop door like a greased pig. What fun!!! It really was. Apparently they can go for about 60 kms on one charge and can handle the hills around Napier. The only draw-back was the price tag - two and a half grand. Well if I had that money to spare, I'd be sorely tempted.

Right - to the Naki
We met up with a group of people whom we met in Melbourne,3 years ago, while we were all having radiation treatment and who have become a good bunch of friends. We have met up once a year since and have spent some wonderful times together, despite the fact we are all different ages (I'm the baby -ha ha) and we are all different types of characters.
This year we were spoilt by one of the couples who manage a lodge on the western side of Mt Taranaki, up in the bush. What a glorious setting. As we were only half an hour away from New Plymouth, we decided to go into town on the Saturday and a small group of us hired bikes and set off to explore the beautiful new pathway (which I have since discovered was designed by an old school friend, Richard Bain). Our aim was to reach the Rewa Rewa bridge which we had heard so much about from our friend Anton, who is inordinately proud of it, him being New Plymouth's chief engineer.
Well, he has every right to be proud. It is a masterpiece and quite amazing on so many different levels.

The brave Trish, who hasn't been on bike for some years.

John, who together with his wife, Diana (below), have come biking with us before.

Lewis is an old biking hand.

Taking a breather

Our first glimpse of the bridge.

Thousands of seagals and seaguys.

The bridge was designed and built by a consortium led by local company Whitaker Civil Engineering Limited and included Novare Design, CPG and Fitzroy Engineering, but the ribs ( like the ribs of a whale) were sent to Korea to be bent and shipped back. As we rode across it we realised it wasn't a whale, but a wave. I had an actual physical sensation of riding a tube (is that a surfing term?) which was awesome enough, but when we stopped and looked back, there was the mountain (without his cap on) framed in the spokes. Photos, unfortunately do it no justice whatsoever.

Diana hanging 10

Made it!

We met our hosts, Dawn and George on the other side then meandered our way back to the bike shop. As there were so many people and little darting kids and little darting dogs on the track (there was a women's surfing competition at the Fitzroy Surf Club), we decided  to travel some of the way back on the road. Bit of a challenge as there was a very steep hill. Still we made it safely.
The biking/walking track starts at the port and apparently continues up to Waitara. I'm not sure how long it is in total - yes I am, just googled it - 11km. Here's a link to check out:
http://www.newplymouthnz.com/OurDistrict/Attractions/CoastalWalkway.htm
We would have loved to do some more exploring as it was a truly lovely track, but among other things it was lunch time so we headed off to another local icon, The Bach for lunch.

Great spot for lunch

Diana improvises a sunshade to protect her pretty nose

Kind waitress takes pity and brings out a brolly.

If you ever go to New Plymouth, this is a must do experience. We parked at the Wind Wand, went across the road to the information centre/museum (will do the museum next time - looked great on the outside), then a short walk to Upper Devon St, to a bike shop where we hired bikes for $10 for 3 hours - I think that was the best deal in town. The Bach for lunch is another must do - I had something like beetroot and tofu fritters - sounds disgusting - tastes divine. We stayed at Putahu Lodge:
http://www.patuhalodge.co.nz/
Check it out. It's very nice but reasonable and if you are brave follow the signs to Pukeiti Gardens - close by and a very interesting drive.
Thanks Taranaki for a wonderful weekend.

Biking Boars

Whoops - 3 rides later! Haven't been keeping up at all! I'll put up the photos (because that's what this is all about really) and try to comment on them.
Around the  airport:
 The track was much better but still reasonabley demanding. The track itself had firmed up considerably since we last did it, and yet it's still challenging. It was interesting to ride with people who knew about the geography - prior 1931 we would have been riding in the water! We skirted the "islands" and the track was very 'shelly'. I thought they may have used the shells for a base - but no - it's part of the  geological structure. After all , it was once the floor of a lagoon.
Other than a slight mishap when one of the party parted company with his steed, it was a great ride - yet again.

Part of the new bit for us - the other side of the islands.

It's much easier when you are fully 'pumped'.

ahh - familiar territory.

                                         











Clive to Clifton (that's our real favourite ride) 11/3/12

A bit of a bonus this time, the wool museum happened to be open. The bloke who owns it is a mate of Rose's so she managed to wangle us all in there for free. We had contributed a "Mt Vernon" wool stencil some years before , so I didn't feel too guilty.

Hmm - you'd have to be pretty desperate.

A rather large, but friendly, Captain Cooker.

Come on Boris - where are your lycra biking pants.