It started to snow on the road climbing north out of Dunedin.
After a few more bends the traffic ground to a halt as we queued to
get past a car that had slid into a ditch and partially blocked the
I asked the driver of a 4x4 how far to go before we got to the pass.
If it was more than a hundred metres or so I’d have to turn back.
‘You’re nearly there. It’s only a few more corners’.
He was wearing a t shirt, the bastard.
‘I bet you’re nice and warm in there?’.
‘Yes thanks. Are you having fun?’.
‘Oh yes, I love riding a fully laden bike on road tyres in the
snow. Any room in there for my bike?’
‘Don’t worry, you’ll laugh about this afterwards’.
The traffic inched forward and I surprisingly managed to stay upright
the whole time.
The clouds were flying past very quickly. Ten minutes later I was pounded
by hail, a few of which hurt when they hit my arms.
A brief lull and then more snow.
I stopped at the next petrol station to thaw out and get a hot drink.
I noticed the cashier was staring at my chest.
‘Perhaps I was looking rather manly today?’
After warming up a bit I went off to the loo.
I realised why she had been staring at me when I went to the loo.
I had ice encrusted all over my chest.