A whole week of riding my bike on the North Island of New Zealand and I couldn’t wait to get started.
Pouring down rain and very windy, first morn in Auckland town
Should I head on up to Woodhill where forest trails abound?
I’m here to ride my heart out including muddy slop
Nearing the mountain mecca I pop into a local bike shop
He assures me its always sunny here and my decision was quite smart
But as I climb back into the car on cue the heavens split apart!
At Woodhill forest I’m excited, single tracks all around
But after twenty minutes of riding I’m thinking, with a frown
Woodhill Mountain Bike Park north of Auckland
Is this really enjoyable weaving and twisting all the time?
Never getting speed up, not a risk of a speeding fine
But as I get in the groove of it the bike and I are one
The gnarly roots, pine needled floor the challenge turns into fun
And with twenty odd K’s behind I’m thinking, its a hoot
And find that I’m reluctant to put me bike in the boot
So I spin her round with a smile, kick down the expensive pedal
Soak up the forest for another half hour with the pedals to the metal
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