KIWI RIDER 05 2018 VOL.2 | Page 75

The fierce southern winds were a battle being as unlimited as possible, and finding what’s around the next corner, on your own terms. We swapped yarns for a while, and the subject of accidents came up - mishaps, if you will. Remarkably she has remained almost incident free in that regard. But she did say that New Zealand had given her a number of frights with wind. In the deep south, on the road to Glenorchy she came around one particular corner leaning quite hard, the katabatic mountain wind was blowing so strongly as she rounded the bend that she was completely unable to bring the bike back upright. A handful of brake and some swearing got her to an emergency stop, but it was a nasty surprise and a fright for her. Another time, on the Lindis road, the fierce southern winds drove her nuts, and she says she spent three hours screaming into her helmet. To try to get to the bottom of why she does what she does, I asked her if she listened to music when she rode. No. Emphatically. No, she prefers to think about where she is, what she’s witnessing and the bike. Here and now. Her self-imposed speed limit gives her Enjoying a spot of down-time off the bike at Milford Sound KIWI RIDER 75