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I wouldn't have thought so, but 75 or so crazy people braved the early morning elements to ride their mountain bikes up hill and down dale along the foothills of the Ruahine Ranges, near the town I grew up in.

I was there, mostly because I was told to be. My Dad was organising it so needed a hand with a few bits and pieces. Which mostly meant sitting in a car racing around trying to figure out what was happening to the weather, what had happened to the Marshalls, what had happened to the bananas, what had happened to the person who needed the ambulance, what had happened to the guy who had gone the wrong way.

The weather ended up fine, the Marshalls were running a little bit late because the stragglers were very slow. This was compounded by the lead rider being much, much faster than anybody else. Apparantely he got 11th in the Karapoti race a couple of weekends ago. He was a machine.

I never did find out about the bananas, the guy who needed the ambulance had dislocated his knee, and didn't actually need the ambulance because he put it back in himself and apparantely it happens all the time. The guy who went the wrong way went the wrong way because he had fallen off his bike and sliced up his arm.

So that was my day today, and it has left me very tired, but my Dad tells me that because of daylight savings we actually get an extra hours sleep, which flies in the face of what one of my colleagues told me. I hope my Dad is right. I need more sleep.


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posted on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 at 8:56 PM » permalink