REDISCOVERY
After eleven years of riding ‘Nerang loam’ (read: loose, fist-sized rocks and coarse sand) in Australia, I thought I’d discovered the mountain biker’s promised land when I came home to New Zealand.
Arid eucalyptus bush, king brown snakes, hairy spiders, and sunbaked rolling hills were replaced with dark ribbons of flowing singletrack across actual hills covered in pines, tussock
