I didn’t realise I was addicted until the other day when I was relaxing at a friends batch in Waimarama. There was a bookcase full of books and I began to explore them for something exciting to read for the weekend.
Normally, at the weekend I would be on my bike. This is not to say I didn’t want to be at the batch. Waimarama is a beautiful place and the company was great, but it cannot be ignored that when your a mountain biker and your not biking, everywhere you look your reminded of that fact!