By Ava Rickey
Heaving myself onto my bike I groan inwardly, dread filling my body. I am already pitying my poor legs, predicting torture on the ride up. Nevertheless I start biking through the Featherston Rimutaka incline entrance and begin my arduous journey. To begin this, ah, wonderful ride, we (the Wills family, Amanda Draper and myself) are immediately hit with an uphill slope *Sigh*. Although the slope was very small, it wasn’t a great first impression to our ride. The start carry’s on like that, up and down, up and down.
Moving off my bike I pull it over a small mound of landslide debris and shimmy back on to the seat to have to hop off again on a bridge. Riding along the stony dirt path, we have to shelter under overhanging branches to get away from the glaring sun. … Continue Reading