Getting to the Start Line -Off Road Aotearoa

 

 

Offroad Aotearoa About to start

You plan and tinker, pack and repack, map and reroute but at the end, all you have to do, is take that first step. Take that first pedal stroke and turn that first corner. As soon as the ride begins all bets are off. It’s all down to you, to adapt and rise to the challenge. The road is filled with pot holes, both metaphorically and physically. You ride it as best you can.

Many people asked along the way,

‘What do you do when it rains?’

‘I get wet.’

This kinda sums up my approach to touring, things happen to you, deal with it.

I made some ambitious claims before the ride ( ‘6.5 weeks/100 km a day’for example). Three weeks before I was set to leave I rode to Glenorchy and back. 111 km and 1723m elevation. It was a practise run of an ‘average’ day on the bike. This is what I should be doing, according to my plans, almost everyday for the next 6.5 weeks. I got back from the ride exhausted. Both knees were hurting and I wasn’t even carrying the full weight. I had to book into the physio for a massage and some dry needling. I was cardio fit but the knees were still giving me issues.

Strava of glenorchy ride adventurefuel

I downplayed it to everyone. I had set my mind on finishing this ride. If I needed to go slower I would but I had everyone behind me from friends and colleagues to sponsors and charities. I made a little pact with myself. I would only quit if I completely ruined myself. Worse or equal to Canada (dislocated knee) was my self imposed bench mark, anything less and I would push on. So there I was, mentally prepared for the worst but excited and hopeful for a good outcome.

Adventurefuel all of the kit overhead view nz cycle tour

The final two weeks were a nightmare. I was so busy, organising a last-minute fundraiser for Mental Health Foundation and packing up my life to move back to the UK. I didn’t go for a single ride. I assured myself that I had done all I could. Two weeks wouldn’t change much physiologically but it would definitely have calmed my nerves.

It was time, I sat in my flat and half-watched TV, anxiously glancing at the clock and back at the weather forecast. Cyclone Bart has hit the North Island. Creating some very serious weather as well as landslips over many major roads. This trip was already looking like a disaster movie and I hadn’t even started yet!

I flew up to Auckland and stayed with my friends Carly and Jono for the night before catching the bus to Kaitaia. Carly gave me a lift to the bus stop in Auckland CBD. It was dark still but very humid, easily 5C warmer than down in Queenstown. I napped briefly on the bus, I jerked awake to a vivid maroon sky, dark clouds slashing across the sunrise. To the North they rolled together into a seething mass of deep purple. Red sky at dawn shepherd’s warn.

Crossing the Auckland Bridge I stared down upon Auckland Harbour. The forest of white masts bucked and swayed like grass in a gale. The florid sky reflected in the sea, I realised this is the first time I had seen the sea in over a year. A smile crept through my worry about the weather. I would see plenty of that sea over the next few weeks.

bike beneath cloudy sky

The bus up to Kaitaia took 2 hours longer than it should. The whole bus rocked as wind forced the rain sideways into the glass. The torrents of rain filled the air. We took a huge detour due to roads being closed after landslips.

I looked out of the lee ward side window, a deep mist surrounded us and sky and ground become indistinguishable. Every bridge we crossed the river is too close and splaying out and up the banks, trespassing into nearby fields The water was a pale, churning brown, filled with soil and debris. Trees were looking precarious, half submerged in the torrent. It was the heaviest rain I had ever seen, though perhaps the idea of having to ride in it the next day caused me to be superlative.

Arriving in Kaitaia in the late afternoon the weather started to clear, from screaming tantrum to loud rumblings of discontent. The sky was grey as far as the eye could see and thick with moisture. It was even warmer than Auckland.Erin come and picked me up and I got my supplies for the ride up to Cape Reinga and back.

She also filled me in on the tide times for riding the 90 Mile Beach ( an actual Highway that is on the beach) the sand hardens as the tide goes out to almost solid concrete. With the timing right you can ride the whole section in one go, just pray you don’t have a headwind, as there is absolutely no cover!

After an enormous dinner of fish and chips  I built my bike and pack it ready for the morning. Being in transit for the last two days I had been at the mercy of other people. The bus being late or my bike being lost on the plane, now it’s all down to me. From this point on I was on my own.

 

Anxiety disappears now it is just reckless excitement. 8 months of planning has come to this point! The planning is over now it’s time for adventure!