A man with a plan...Two days of warm up rides outside of Auckland. We’ve gotten the hang of riding on the left (Scotland and Ireland were a big help). I’m pretty sure Jeff dreams about my voice, “Tight left, wide right.” We almost have our rhythm and routine together, and a 3,640 foot climb today was both humbling and consolidating.
Yes there were sheep, the ones with the black faces, but oh so many cows.
Rolling hills, riots of cicadas and birds in the trees, and some plant that smelled like warm honey.
The ocean kept our attention, and cooled our tired toes.
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Auckland seems both new, and a moment captured in past times, full of construction, melting pots of cultures, and bursting the seams. It too is climbing...
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