The first time I heard about a monster bike ride from Cape Reinga to Bluff, I was in the doctor’s surgery. My GP was wiry, a keen bike rider, a role model. He and half a dozen friends were about to set off on a mighty fundraising adventure, riding the length of the country in honour of a mate who had been taken by heart disease. One of them would be riding a ‘fixie’ – no gears for changing up or down. It sounded like a staunch get-out strategy.
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