Growing up without television on a Waikato dairy farm, it was inevitable that I'd discover a love for riding early on; years before mountain bikes were even invented, you would've often found me exploring bush tracks on an old three-speed chopper.
Putting two wheels on dirt is now secondnature to me, but I'm not one of those naturally-gifted riders who can throw effortless whips or hit blind gaps without a care in the world. Mountain bike skills are something I've got to continuously hone so that the edge doesn't dull, and it can still take me a while—sometimes months—to summon up the courage to hit a new gap, drop or chute.
In 2013 my little fella, Zach, arrived on the scene and almost instantly I had dreams of riding bikes with him, exploring the
