Hundreds of rumbling motorcycles.
I really do mean hundreds of them. Yesterday the Women’s International Motorcycling Association organized it’s annual “Pink Ribbon Ride” in support of breast cancer research. The riders gathered in Petone, row upon row of gleaming machines, mostly big heavy bikes with a goodly sprinkle of the three wheelers as well. There were very few of the lighter commuter style bikes. Though it was organized by WIMA, the majority of the riders seemed to be the stereotypical hairy-chested grizzled bikers.
I learned that they were heading South over the Petone overbridge and then up the Ngauranga Gorge and up SH1 to Paraparaumu. I chose a spot on the footpath (US = sidewalk) and waited at the roundabout near the overbridge. Soon a deep rumble announced the arrival of the first riders who blocked other traffic for safety reasons and then it began. A seeming endless stream of motorbikes, many of them with that deep Harley-Davidson throb, streamed past.
I used the burst mode on my camera which was, frankly, silly. I ended up with 536 images of which I have kept very few. After the first hundred or so, one bike looked much like another, so I knew that I had caught a shot of my friend Adam with his daughter on the pillion only by way of looking for their pink fluorescent jackets when I was processing later.
With that done, Mary and I took a picnic lunch to the Rimutaka Forest Park at Catchpool Valley. I fiddled with the ND filter and slow exposure again to see what I could do with the stream near our lunch spot.
A walk through one of the shorter tracks was just such a delight. The wind in the trees overhead did not drown out the exquisite melodies of the bird life in the bush. The stream meandered through the everlasting greenery of this beautiful park.
On the return leg of our brief bushwalk, yet another wood pigeon sat fearlessly near the path and caught the sun in such a way that its irridescent plumage absolutely glowed.
Enough for now.