Why I can’t leave (1)

There are plenty of great things about my adopted city of Wellington.  Sure, it’s windy.  Yep, it rains a bit in winter (that’s what is supposed to happen in winter, yeah?).  But those things just don’t bother me.  It’s just weather.  Everything else about this place cancels out those two minor foibles.  The main reason I feel I can’t leave is the riding.  The mountain biking is just too good to give up.  The trails in this video are my ‘locals’.  The ones I ride more than any others.  Not a bad place to go for a ride.  Check out Caleb’s helmet cam work from Makara Peak  by clicking the photo, and view other Welly trails on SPOKE’s Vimeo channel.

What’s goin’ on?

Well, it’s been a bit quiet on the old blog front lately.  Not that I’ve been idle, that’s why I’ve had no time to put up anything interesting.  Or otherwise.  So here’s a bit of a hotch-potch of the stuff that’s been going on in the last few weeks.

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.  

Stoned

While any cycling aficionado will know that Spartacus was slaying them at Paris-Roubaix this weekend, there was a slightly lesser version of the cobbled classic taking place in Wellington.  

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, Epilogue; On the road!

When you’re travelling with an avowed road ride hater, the mention of a desire to roll on skinnies can be met with a less than enthusiastic response, to say the least.