Unending summer, more bikes than we have had for a few weekends, so more good company.  More corners, more fish and chips, more ice cream: what more could you want?  Yeah, right!  Disgraceful biker behaviour.First there was the Red Baron:Who was soon joined by Jacky T, who at least had the goodness to hide her ashamed face:And then there was Richard Kuysten, who should have whipped out his notebook, licked the end of his indelible pencil, and ticketed the pair of them, but didn't.  How shameful, the three of them!By way of punishment I made all of them (and the rest of us) ride through heaps of twisties as far as Clevedon - Hunua Gorge, Jones Road, Ardmore Quarry, up through Alfriston, Brookby, Ara Kotinga, Whitford and then around the coast to Duders Beach, then North Road to Clevedon potty stop.  No one looked the least bit chastened, in fact there were lots of smiles behind the visors.  Obviously these people are so incorrigible that you can't discipline them by punishing them with corners.YoungJim led from Clevedon to Kaiaua, and I swapped with the Red Baron at TEC.  It may have been just as well, as he had a small side trip into the weeds after a moment's inattention: no damage to man or machine, fortunately.  Even more fortunately for the Red Baron, given that he had threaded his fat, red, German motorsickle into a grassy corridor not much wider than his handlebars, Jacky, Hilton and I were behind him to assist getting the machine pointed back at the road.  Poor Alex Red Baron has been the butt of many poor attempts at humour for the rest of the day, but I am sure all of us have taken the lesson from his experience that it only takes a tiny lapse of concentration to create an immense amount of suction on the seat upholstery.  It's always better to get your eyes around the corner before trying to take the bike there.............Kaiaua was going flat out, families in cages, Auckland and Waikato BMWOR, Some Ulybods, some other stray bikes, but still they churned out the fish and chips in good time.From Kaiaua most of the oldies/littlies brigade followed me to Pokeno for ice creams, some of those with more need for speed, or greater mileage, or all of the above followed YoungJim towards further adventures: half an hour later the two groups passed in opposite directions on Monument Road - the stray cow didn't know which way to go to jump over the moon, poor confused critter.From Pokeno most headed home, bar the determined liars and homebaking bludgers, who took up Paul and Wendy Foley's offer of an after-after match function at their house in Pukekohe.  Those who have encountered Wendy's baking don't normally turn down an offer of more.Visible, from L to R: Alex Red Baron, El Presidente Rob, Jochen, The Librarian (seated, rear), one of the triad of Pauls, Hilton and Jacky.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ice cream!Rob reckoned it looked smaller in the picture.  I reckon he's just having another Presidential meltdown.