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.  

On The Road, Part 2; No place like home.

After too few days in Wellington to show the boys what it’s all about, we were up at the crack of dawn to load ourselves into a different wagon, with a different driver, to hit the trails on a different island.  We’d been looking forward to the South, and like Rod Stewart, we were sailing.

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.