What a relief to wake to what looks like a glorious day. I'd would have been rapt with any day without actual rain to be honest so I'm pretty pumped as I get the riding outfit on straight out of bed and make plans to meet the Specialized lads again after our abortive attempt yesterday. We need to chat about the upcoming Dig Day they have planned and have some fun as well with a whole lot of their NZ dealers who have made the trip to Rotorua for Crankworx .
We meet at the Waipa carpark then ride into the forest to meet the Southstar Shuttles bus they have booked for the morning. The trails are in incredible shape after yesterdays rain and with a lot of whooping and hollering we smash out some laps while discussing the future of trail building in NZ.
The team head off into town for lunch and then a bit of work at Crankworx (it's not all play) while I have a quiet lunch at the cafe and wait for Jeff Carter and the Brett Tippie contingent coming into the forest to film for a new video edit coming soon.
The Tip is running a bit late, so I drop my van over the other side for a speedy getaway to my next appointment and pedal in to meet the Southstar Shuttles landrover at the pickup point. As I hear it chugging up the road I get ready for a quick load up but those bastard journos from Pinkbike have hijacked all the spare slots and they sail past with jeers at my super hero pose trailside in Ritchey Goldsburys' 90's Brett Tippie Rocky Mountain FroRider jersey that I had donned to impress the Tipster. Right...this is war.
I hang around for the Landy to return but end up getting on the bus with the common folk for a quick run down Corridor as I have to get to my next appointment with my #2 photographer Joseph carter. He's only nine but has an eye for detail, sadly the lure of the Tipster doesn't impress (he's from another era) so I dose him up with lollies and icecream and drop him home and head back into the forest for RAD VIDEO ACTION.
I ride back into the forest to find the team. Thankfully those Pinkbike free riders (see what I did there) are gone and I thumb a lift to to top of K2 to help film the Tip Train down the trail. The next two hours were a blast with three old guys reliving the 90s' when bikes were super expensive and super shit and were only good for hucking off cliffs (we didn't tell Tippie that our balls weren't big enough for that carry on) and as the sun dropped to meet the lake we said goodbye to a great new friend and headed home pumped at the life bikes have given us and promising yet again that we would be doing this and more until the day lawn bowls offers free memberships and craft beer on Fridays.
Yes, we could have stayed home...I mean I have commitments to you guys (and to the media company that I suckered into inviting me to attend), but hey this is Crankworx and sometimes you just gotta party on. So Jeff and I went back to town to meet more famous people and party the night away. (We were back by 9:45 and straight to bed).
Stay tuned for Day whatever it is next...I'm not coping too well with this media extravaganza. I need a haircut and a shave, I can never find my socks and Jeffs' dog keeps jumping on my bed in the middle of the night. I really want to keep you guys up to date, but I'm struggling to stay on top of life and am having too much fun. My excuse to you is that you are either here and are too busy to read my drivel, or you are at home missing out and are constantly bombarded with Crankworx from mainstream media and would probably like a delayed feed from thelatefather when you've calmed down a bit.
I'm trying.... really. I have some banger shots and funny mishaps along with plenty of swag to brag about so stay tuned.... Over but not out.