Spoken retro 2
Here is the second of my “I’m too busy to put up a new post so here’s a story from SPOKE” posts. This one celebrates the friendship forged by mountain biking between me and my great mate Steve, AKA El Ganso.
Good F-ride-day
What better way to commemorate the death of a giant chocolate rabbit than with a nice, long road ride.
The assembled mass was myself, Marjolein, Bella, Josh and Rigid. Josh prayed at the altar of the 808.
Our pilgrimage to the Akatarawas cleansed our souls through 125km’s of wind, joy, pain and suffering.
Praise the bike. For it is God. Now we eat chocolate. And drinketh beer. For we have earned it. Amen.
On the road, Part 1; the North.
This was it. What I was looking forward to after Karapoti, which was more a case of “just get it over with”. Getting on the road, with good mates and great riding, for the fun of it. And of course a little concert to kick it all off. (more…)
The Exorcism
Back in my youth, my mates at the time were fascinated by the controversial ‘horror’ film from the 70′s, The Exorcist. They would quote lines from it verbatim, and although I was yet to view it, I soon knew the best/worst of the expletive-laden script. Finally, I saw the film one night at a midnight to dawn session at the drive-in, and while it scared me somewhat, I still didn’t want to turn away and miss any of the vomitting, swearing, levitating, head-spinning action. Kind of like how I feel about Karapoti; it’s a hell of a race, but I couldn’t turn my back on it. Not until the demons of last year were finally cast out. (more…)
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