Little did i know that having a great riding buddies would make things that much more enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, riding solo is cool and all but group rides open up all kind of new possibilities and bigger adventures and more bags to carry the booze and the chocolate and petrol and the c4 and the tattoo gun.
Well it all started when The one and only sassy fantastic bought himself a new truck after catching the mountain bike bug. And a mighty bug that is. we first got all excited about this enduro race in rotorua, which happened at the end of october. the build up prior to the race was such an amalgamation of hype and preparation and climax and anti-climax that it became an event in itself.
Things like going riding super early before going to work gives you views like those.
The race in rotorua being our main goal, we had to be smart and not hurt ourselves before it. but boy, did it hurt afterwards and during. i didn’t take any photos but i’m sure you might have seen some instagram photos of some sort.
View from atop of the hill
Sassy being sassy and ripping that corner.
So after racing our heart out while dicking around during the event -mainly by riding other trails and not being smart in general (as we do)- Let’s not talk about results or time or what ifs today. i can say that the weather was amazing. Spring/summer giving us an early run for our money we decided to start planning bigger and meaner adventures.
What ensued was a lot of calendar planning and talking and getting hyped up. So far, my goal for summer is to do at least one adventure a month involving big rides, weed and scaring the crap out of me.
So october has seen a couple of good adventures, the rotorua mission at the beginning of it then followed by a little bike camping trip in our little rural auckland with big dick player CGK member- Duncan Thomas. we had to put our gang rivalry aside. It was a bit of a frankenstein trip as we went mountain biking in the Hunua ranges then drove to Maraetai and got lost trying to find the hidden campsite.Throw in a growler of beer and no appropriate cooking equipment and you got yourself 2 tired but happy bike campers. Oh! and no sleeping mat. But we did get to see a proper sunrise.
Took us about 2 hours to set camp as we had no experience with tents whatsoever. I don’t understand technology with titanium or carbon.
Sunrise at 6.24am.
Riding off to the car quickly so we could rush off to do other things the same day. Duncan went off to do some off-road driving and i rushed home and set up another bike and went off to Waiheke island to test out the roads and mountain bike trails out there.
That’s the only photo i have of my waiheke trip but bare in mind that at the bottom of that hill is a nudist beach which i won’t tell you if i went full monty or not. It’s between me and americans from louisiana to remember…
November also brought out a frecking stunner of a journey.
I tagged along all-time bad ass Steve Sollberg and talented graphic designer/ award winning Brendan Van Den Bosch for some big hill riding in wellington. A whole weekend of riding and eating and drinking them craft beers and all.
We met up with the boys from Spoke magazine -thanks to brendan as he works with them- and they showed us some of their local trails which involved a 5mins ride from the city to climb up some real hills. none of that Notting Hill melodramatic bullcrap.
It felt like we were pro sponsored riders as Caleb and Aaron and Mark took time of their weekend to hang out. They were such great hosts, waiting for our lazy ass to finish breakfast, waiting for us on the climbs down the hill and on the flats, treating us to some mean feeds, dealing with their families to accomodate us. The whole she-bang really.
I will leave this post on this high -is that a pun?-
Next blog post will be about why i haven’t properly started fabricating anything yet…