I turned up at Westgate with the weather looking dull and grey, expecting perhaps the faithful few. Paul and Wendy had left the Black GT parked outside, plus me made three. Another Eleven-hundy-ess, four, then we're ten, then as we are leaving Tony pulls the 650 into the column at the first roundabout, and we're away.Despite YoungJim's Geordie moaning, the rain wasn't bad (and you can't blame it on Dean, Y-J, 'cos he wasn't there: could be you're the Jonah.) Stopped at Wellsford for a coffee and lies. Mr Knutz tried Neko's Monsta for size - Neko was so worried she couldn't watch, except through eyes wide shut.We headed to Kaiwaka via SH1 from Wellsford, then the magic little sweeper collection from Kaiwaka to Mangawhai. Lunches were duly ordered, and just as tucker started to arrive at the table Alex and Gerda rocked up to join us, happy campers they after their South Island trip. It would be tempting to say something rude about the next picture, which involves Gerda having a happy experience, but I'll refrain. Everybody wanted to order some of what she had (When Harry Met Sally Syndrome), but Smashed Pipi didn't have enough cats to go around.And there are a few more photos here: http://s960.photobucket.com/albums/ae90/bwucie/Smashed%20Pipi%20Lunch/For the faithful followers that headed back to the smoke via Wayby Valley behind Bwucie and Mr Knutz, Orewa Forty Flavours comprised the aftermatch function. A bike ride AND ice cream: gotta be good for you.