Sometimes the planets align, the moon is in its seventh house, and you get a day that is just perfect; weather, company, roads, destination, size of the lunch queues, everything is in perfect transcendental harmony.  If it wasn't actually there, today was close as you can get without being there.The day started with a piece of humour when Will and Chantal rocked up on their Hardly-Dangerous, because, I think, the R80RT is out of registration.  But this was not just any Hardly, this was the new and improved German variant.Anyhoo, we left Papakura and tikied to Raglan via Pukekohe East, Tuakau then SH22 to Waingaro, then across to Raglan.  We had a few little regathers to let Wendy cartch up on the 250 cruiser, but other than that she didn't hold anybody up.  The witch rang me at 0700 and asked if she could bring her own bike, and explained she didn't want to hold anyone up.  I said that she would only hold up TEC, because everybody else was free to pass her if they chose.  So Wendy promptly volunteered her other half to be Tail End Charlie.  You have my sympathy, Paul, you shouldn't let her bully you.Once at Raglan, the mob spread out through town looking for the shortest queue - in fact I don't know if anybody did go to Black Sands in the end, never mind, we all got well fed.  Half a dozen of us headed out to Manu Bay to picnic: I didn't miss my body surfing gear.  There were a couple dozen board riders in that beautiful left-hand break, but they all looked like they still had their 4mm winter wetsuits on: that means it's too cold for this little white boy with only a handski, fins, and budgie-smugglers just yet.We made friends with this fella-ess:Doesn't actually seem to own anyone, I think she just breezes in when she needs exercise, brings her own stick, and finds a human to throw it for her.  She cheats the retrieving, though, doesn't "return to sender", just finds the next closest muggins to throw it.She seemed to be enchanted by Rob Hargreaves: I have no idea what that was all about.  His new best friend.  Talking of Rob, he grabbed way more photos than I did, and is threatening to throw them on the screen at the Vintage Car Club tomorrow.Couple more bikes turned up out at the beach just before we set off home, with Graham and Kerry and Rincewind and Barbara on board, and we would have caught up to the Hardly, except we got trapped at the one-way bridge over the estuary.  I came home over the Whatawhata Hill, just because I like it so much.  I admit the rest of the trip is flat, straight, and boring, but I do like that hill.  Another offshoot of our group headed back to Waingaro, then cut through the coal mining country to Rangiriri.  We met up with Jason, Tony O', another of the three Pauls, Young Jim, Stuart and Natalie again at the traditional ice cream stop at Pokeno.  Dave (Rincewind) and Barbara gave a premium exhibit of eating fast-melting ice creams of the ginormous persuasion.  Unfortunately I missed the photo because I was struggling to control my own modesat two scooper, which was threatening to lurch off the cone.Good day, may there be many more like it over summer.