later that day i left dunedin and headed to cromwell. Everything was going well. I made it to lawrence which is an hour and half out of dunedin and stopped to fuel up. My dad was coming down from cromwell on his harley to meet me. Lawrence is about halfway so i knew id run into him soon. About 2 min out of lawrence dad goes past so i pulled off the road so he could turn around and come meet me. I stopped on a gravel driveway, i had just stopped when all of a sudden the bike fell over(on the right side again!) underneath me. WTF??!!!??! I stood the bike up and it turned out my handle bar clamp had snapped at a weld. The previous owner had laid the bike over, snapped the clamp then had it welded up. Except they did a shite job and now it had just snapped again. Well my indicator was already broken and so was my brake lever so that didn't really matter. The peg hanger was fine this time. The broken piece of the handle bar went through the speedo glass shattering that.
I managed to ride with one hand to the nearest service station, purchased some "race tape" and taped the crap out of it
I rode all the way to cromwell like this. Once we got to our house in cromwell we fashioned a slightly safer fastening with a stainless hose clamp. I had planned i return trip to dunedin and more touring around but the less km on that broken handle bar the better. So i decided to return the christchurch to fix the bike.
This is me and the bike in front of one of the massive turbines ex Avinmore dam.
Amazing scenery, bad vantage point for a photo. Thats Mt Cook way across the lake.
The indicator lens fell off again somewhere out of Asburton. Moral of the story - Race tape, don't leave home without it.
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