Here’s my first story on New Zealand, in a three day ride story in Cruiser.
If Gandalf the Grey was a motorcyclist (You know he’s a biker!), you might already be sick of hearing about the backroads and byways of New Zealand, instead, hardly anyone knows of the their greatness. With high mountain passes, glacial rainforests to vast stretches of sandy roadway, New Zealand is ready for every type of motorcycle imaginable – the natives have even invented a few of them. Instead, the roads are empty, the trails are yours and the scenery will knock your socks off – all free of Sauron and the Orcs!
Just getting to New Zealand is a trek by itself. With a 12-hour flight between Los Angeles and Auckland, an international date change and any other transfers you might pile on along the way – in this case, a jumper-flight down to Christchurch – it takes two days to get there no matter what. Technically, its only a day but you’ll cross back over the dateline and get to relive that random day all over again – pick your birthday! Leave the states on Tuesday, get there Thursday, pick up your bike on Friday morning and ride… Your first night would be in Christchurch, your first night of the ride in the super-cool capital city of Wellington, the second night somewhere in the middle of the North Island on and your last would be in Auckland on Sunday. Monday morning you can fly out from Auckland and be back to work on Monday, thanks again to that dateline crossing in reverse. Personally I stayed an extra day to see the city and avoid having to live through two Mondays! In total you would be gone a week and have seen two new worlds!