Some of my old friends pulled into Queenstown today. These guys pretended they didn't know me; what kidders huh? Why we go back to the days when I was a Road Frog.

I remember it well - the sense of pride wearing those green leathers; the feeling of power as the engine leapt into gear; the pull of the wind on my face, ripping at my eyeballs (hey the stitching's good but there are limits); the unwavering whoosh as I peeled through the turns; the croak as the engine sputtered and died with me unable to reach that little stick you push on to restart.

Ah, the memories!