In The Bloody Elevator

And something else.

My Dad did the Winter Series long course on the weekend also. He's 60. Rode it Rigid, Single and bull headed. Had he ridden that far off road on an SS before? no. Trained off road much, instead of putting in some (not insignificant)Km's on the road? nah. Did he come DFL? nope. Did it nearly kill him? Yes. Respect the man? Hell yes. Would I have tipped a beer over him had I been holding one as he came through the creek on Rose Bank at the end? unfortunately, yes.



HappybutnothappyifyouknowwhatImean..

King Khan

Today I went for an epic ride, and have a new favorite trail. Tuhoto Ariki. It well and truly is the bees knees.

I also have a new favorite Indian Garage Rock/Blues/Soul/Funk singer. What? You don't?

A month?

A month ago, as I stood in my cycling gear with my arms above my head swaying in front of the mirror in the staff bathroom at work ala This Guy



Euphorically listening to this at an ear splitting volume on my headphones I knew that I was somewhat over tired. I remember distinctly thinking "I hope this doesn't get out of hand....mmmm.


The last month has been a mash of double double shifts, preparing to study, family (and the inherent drama's therein)more work,teaching, some (not nearly enough) riding and more work. Jeez.

I did a race. Which was cool because last year this self same race was the first race that I did down at Rotorua. in '08 I was rolling a Giant Trance with gears, suspension and e'rything. I rolled across the line (dying) in a sub average 3.48.
'09 and I'm rolling a Rigid SS 29'er, same course, (markedly)worse conditions, poor lead up (see above) and a somewhat more relaxed/unwilling mindset and I'm across in a (still disappointing) 3.04. Still, nigh on 45 minutes is a good reduction in time. It was very very muddy. Very.







And that is it. I've hit the wall.