Had Frodo Been a Motorcyclist
New Zealand would have been his playground
Who doesn’t go down on their knees at the very sight of New Zealand’s insanely stunning nature? A place that its creators have designed so shamelessly well? Blessed with deserted twisting roads embedded in a fairytale-like landscape … surely, they must have thought of us, motorcyclists, when they went to work!
When I started my motorcycle journey in New Zealand, it didn’t take long to realize the healing powers of this beautiful, highly therapeutic combination. Full throttle, wind straight up the face, right in the heart of a land that strikingly resembles Middle Earth.
Had Frodo been a motorcyclist, this would have been his playground.
Actually, there’s nothing much to be said about New Zealand that isn’t obvious. To many, it’s a destination full of longing, with colors, natural marvels, and pure outdoors virtually exploding. And of course, its zillion sheep that have lived here since time immemorial it seems; adorning postcards, books, and travel guides correctly conveying an impression of a leisurely baaing rurality.
