Departure from Papakura was somewhat late, while the area rep attempted to mop up a fuel spill with a copy of the Waikato Times, not helped by the fact that some drongo had poured a bucket of soapy water over it while the aforesaid area rep was buying a copy of the Waikato “Spillsorb”.  I really needed two copies in the end, one for solvent and one for soapy water.  The result of another BMW owner discovering that the c/g of the bike moves north when the tank is full, even if the tank is under the seat.  Gravity sucks, and it did, again!.Anyhoo, away we went, eventfully/eventually, via SH1, SH2, SH27 to Kaihere, then left to Kerepehi, right to Awaiti, left out to the main Paeroa/Te Aroha drag and half-past tenses (more correctly, this morning, elevenses) at Ironique in Te Aroha.  The season is changing, to be sure - need to find out which drawer my thermal liners are stored in soon.  From Te Aroha I had intended to head straight to Gordon and pick up the end of Wardville Road, but there was a road closure which shot us off track into the wilderness - no big deal in that part of the Waikato, where all roads lead to either Te Aroha or Matamata, and Waharoa is just short of the latter.  Big Sister, AGD (full name Auntie Drannie Grannie) and UncaMoose were waiting outside the Kaimai Cheese Company, having left Awakeri this morning.  Our arrival bought the total bikes in the carpark to 19.The cafe was chocker, and it looked as if we were going to wind up sitting crosslegged on the floor eating our lunch off our laps, but the staff quickly shoved all their outside furniture into a line, set chairs around it, and set more than twenty sets of fighting irons for our use. Impressive!  Similarly impressive was their speed of service.  There were a couple of hiccups over coffees, but all were put to rights, and everyone was (well) fed and watered.  Henry and Trish Plowright arrived as we were nearly ready to leave.  Henry assured us they were happy to find their own way home (and he later overtook us!) so off we went.Route home was backroads around Walton to fuel at Morrinsville, then around Tahuna via Quine Rd, with the intention to throw in Waikare Road and Island Block Road on the way back to Pokeno for the traditional ice cream.  We road into drizzle at the crest of Quine Road, and by Hoe-O-Tainui it was raining for serious.  I made the executive decision to skip the twisties from there on with folk starting to get cold and tired (being Nana again, me), so I led out to the Expressway at Ohinewai.  From there people started to make their own decisions to head for home, so I waved to a succession of riders as they passed me headed for their own heat pumps.  The tough ones amongst us still had ice creams: a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, eh, YoungJim.And having mentioned YoungJim, I must thank him, yet again, for riding tail-end-charlie again today.I am still waiting for Steven to send me some photos: he was being so busy with his camera today that Otto Phocus didn't bother.  C'mon, Steven, share!