Jim Eagles on two-wheeled assassins.
We were enjoying a peaceful early morning stroll along New Plymouth's magnificent Coastal Walkway when I happened to spy an interesting piece of driftwood someone had discarded beside the path. Weird, maybe, but we quite like collecting bits of driftwood or stones from places we visit to take back and put into our pebble garden.
Anyway, I stepped sideways to pick up the wood and came within centimetres of being wiped out by a beefy guy on a bike, who had zoomed up behind us. The guy made a snarling noise, presumably in rage at the fact that I'd almost stepped in front of him, and hurtled on.
Once I'd got over the shock, we carried on walking but that encounter — and several similar moments over the next few days — rather took the joy out of using the walkway.
It's fantastic, stretching 10km along Taranaki's wild coast, running through farmland and across the Waiwhakaiho River estuary on the superb Te Rewa Rewa bridge, past a couple of surf clubs and the amazing Len Lye Wind Wand, with views of Mt Taranaki on one side and the ocean on the other.