No one can ride a mountain for you. Be prepared to feel so tired that you truly believe you cannot go on. Be ready to admit to fatigue and, yes, dejection. There is no such thing as an easy ride up a mountain.
A recovering DJ and musician and lifelong habitual bike rider, my world revolves around pedalling, writing, wrenching and swilling.... Born and bred in Newcastle NSW Australia, I have been living in the windy city of Wellington, New Zealand since January 2007. I came for the mountain biking, and stayed for the... mountain biking and road riding. I don't much care if you don't want to hear about it, I'm going to tell you anyway.
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Me too. As soon as the wind stops blowing so hard, it stops raining and it gets a bit warmer. Perfect.
Sooo, didja? Go on a long ride?
RANSHR
um, nooooo...... a couple of little ones, doing more mtb in the lead-up to Karapoti.
I hear ya--my rides are so small sometimes that I think they don't even happen--there, just did one! ;o)
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