All good things come to an end. Nothing lasts forever. Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. Then there's The Goose. It's hard to forget him when hours after he's gone, when I can finally rest my head without having to block my ears against the gutteral noise emanating from deep within his oesophagus, I discover the tracksuit I'd spent ten days prohibiting from public viewing stashed under my pillow. Have you heard the screaming in horror movies when some poor young girl finds her boyfriends' severed head stashed in the refrigerator? Yeah, that's the one. I'm gonna have to burn that duvet too. Talk about soft (Steve, not the duvet). The temperature drops below 20c and the wool cap comes out, cups of tea are numerous and that tracksuit.... oh that tracksuit.
With Ganso's bike packed away and ready to be overhauled once back in Aus, he got to ride the shop test Stumpy at Makara for his final spin on Kiwi soil. We met up with Ratas and took on a few different trails to our initial ride on the Peak, namely Leaping Lizard and Nikau, with the easiest trail in the park to finish up. Nobody could crash on Lazy Fern... could they?
Of course 'they' could. Not just any crash. Not a little low-speed slip in a corner. No, a helmet-cracking, ankle-twisting head slam that only someone known as 'The Goose' could achieve.
Ratas was leaving the next day too, off on his next rope-course building mission. And then there were none. It was a great couple of weeks hanging out with El G, we saw a lot of cool shit, rode some great trails and drank some great beer (and coffee). But there's so much more to see in this awesome little country, and I hope to show him the rest some time soon. But for now, it's adios amigo, see you in Aus later in the year.