Worth Losing Sleep For
I drove out to Woodhill Forest this morning after dropping my son at rowing training.
At 6.00am in the morning you’re in that no-man’s-land of “it’s still the middle of the friggin night” but “it’s too late to go back to bed”.
Even after stopping at Kumeu for a coffee and sticky bun I was the first one to arrive at the mountainbike park, I’m never the first at anything!
So early in fact, it was too dark to ride. So I assembled my mojo, got the fat-bike ready to roll and reached for the camera.
I tell ya, getting out in the fresh-air on a mountainbike is one of the best experiences you can have.
Not as good as sex. Not as good as salt & pepper prawns from Chinatown washed down with cold beer. But it’s up there, it’s really up there.