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  • Riding for Hospice Day 19 - Winton to Bluff (67km)

      2 March 2016
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    Up early for our last day, a big day emotionally coupled with our ride to the finish line and our drive back to Queenstown afterwards. We had breakfast at a local café called Adagio and although you might think anyone can cook good bacon and eggs it’s all about the quality of ingredients and the eggs were fresh farm and the bacon the best on our epic journey. The owners asked what we were doing in Winton and after sharing our story with them they had no hesitation in making a donation. Back to the hotel we changed into our gear, provisioned our supplements and had one final pre ride photo before setting out in chilly conditions for Bluff.

    Down through the main street, right down a side road then onto the cycle trail leading to a sealed back road where we quickly got into our rhythm and with the light wind on our back we were averaging 24km per hour. Around the 25km mark Denise and Rene directed us down a road heading East and away from a sign that said 15km to Invercargill and I must admit to feeling why are we riding away from our destination? Around 2km down the road they had turned the support vehicle around and were headed back to us with the news that they had taken a wrong turn – it was the only time in 19 days they had got the directions wrong and we had headed down a many roads during our epic ride. We turned around and within minutes were hanging a left with 15km to Invercargill (our stop for lunch).

    The team went ahead and found a lovely café around 4km from the centre of town where we stopped for lunch before our final ride into Bluff. While ordering our food at the counter Tony’s daughter Bridget, her husband Andy, their two children (Teigen and Theo) plus a close friend of theirs Nick (lives in Queenstown) walked into the café and blew Tony away with the surprise. Bridget had planned this with Virginia over the last two weeks and we had to be careful not to let it slip all that time. She had wanted to be with Dad at the end of his emotional journey and son in law Andy (with whom Tony has a great relationship) wanted to ride the last section into Bluff with us as did his close friend Nick. What a fabulous thing to do for Tony.

    Back on the bikes and now 5 in number, we headed straight down highway 6 straight through the centre of town and out onto the Bluff highway which was very busy. A huge number of trucks were travelling both ways and in combination with the windy conditions plus their sheer size and speed we were getting buffeted about. Fortunately there is a reasonable sealed margin inside the outer white lines all the way down the highway, which gave us some comfort. 22km long the highway is very flat and open to the prevailing wind, which fortunately today was on our backs and not a freezing southerly, although conditions were still very cool. We stopped 8km from the finish line for a quick 2-minute recovery of our incredibly sore butts (after 1,300+km they were raw). Every one of those final 8km brought us closer to the finish and I could feel the emotions beginning to surface, a bubbling mixture of sadness and elation. We rode through the main street of Bluff and veered right towards Stirling Point (the southern most point) and Virginia yelled out ‘stop’. I said why and she pointed to the sign to Stirling Point which said 1.2km which she had mistakenly read as 12km. She had almost hit the wall after 19-days as we all had and when I pointed out that it was not 12, but 1.2km, the relief on her face was palpable. It was neat riding the final 1.2km with the southern ocean on our left, a poignant reminder to our having reached the end of our journey. We finally crested a small hill and descended into the carpark of Stirling Point to be greeted by Rene, Denise, Bridget and the children plus two lovely girls from Hospice Invercargill incredulously also named Renee and Denise.

    As soon as we brought the bikes to a halt the tears started to flow, it was an amazing feeling to arrive at the final point after 19-days of a very physical, mentally challenging and emotional journey. We termed it ‘Epic’ from the start and ‘Epic’ it proved to be. We had enjoyed so many adventures within one huge 19-day adventure, met so many great people (New Zealander’s and tourists) and seen enough beauty to fill a lifetime. It was a journey we never expected to make later in our lifetime and the type of adventure we thought that in our 60’s we were too old to have and should have done it in our youth.

    We made it in memory of Marlene and all the great people whose lives are taken too soon in by terminal disease, with our primary objective to raise $250,000 for all 29 Hospices in NZ. We had witnessed first-hand during Marlene’s final 3-weeks the amazing level of professional care, love and support that Hospice provide for our loved ones and this opportunity to give back has been immense for all three of us. Lots of photos were taken under the famous signpost at Stirling Point as we celebrated with a glass of Quartz Reef Methode Traditionnelle that our wonderful and invaluable support crew Rene and Denise had thoughtfully organised for our crossing of the finish line. To express their gratitude Renee and Denise (Hospice team) had brought along a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for Virginia and a bottle of Taittinger Champagne each for Tony and I… a beautiful gesture.

    Our journey is complete but the job is not done yet! As I complete the final blog of our journey we have raised $81,725 on our ridingforhospice.co.nz Give a Little page. In addition we have circa $40,000 in other donations plus pre sold tickets to the special dinner hosted by the Prime Minister. Further we have around $25,000 worth of auction items to offer at the dinner plus $30,000 worth of wine lots to realise at a public wine auction to be held in the next few weeks. Approximately that is $176,000, still $74,000 short of our goal. I will be meeting with other potential private donors on my return plus we will run the Give a Little page throughout March and continue to raise awareness and hopefully more funds. If any of you have any bright ideas of how we can re invigorate the campaign to get to $250,000 then we would greatly appreciate your input.

    All three of us could not have completed our Epic Journey without the generous support from sponsors like Giltrap Group, Avanti Plus, NZME, Benefitz and our own FWD Co. We would also like to acknowledge Philip Reynolds from The Difference Catering who is generously donating his food and professional services for the special dinner hosted by the Prime Minister, to Nick Hern owner of EuroVintage who has supplied Louis Roederer Champagne, the Paton’s of Ata Rangi who have supplied the stunning 2008 Pinot Noir from the cellar stocks and the Brajkovich family of Kumeu River for supplying their world class KR Hunting Hill Chardonnay. And of course to all of the many NZ wineries who have generously supplied wine lots no charge for the forthcoming wine auction.

    Finally I think our Epic journey can be perfectly summed up in the Hospice catch phrase… ‘Living Every Moment’, something we should all strive to achieve.

    Virginia, Tony and I are driving the support vehicle back to Auckland and will be back on the weekend and look forward to catching up with you all soon after our return.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 18 - Mossburn to Winton (74km)

      1 March 2016
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    Last evening Tony had been attended to by physiotherapist Wendy Fowler at Silver Fern Beauty Therapy in Lumsden. She obviously knew her stuff as by the time he had returned for dinner he was already showing great signs of recovery. Wendy was very taken with our journey and mission and graciously gave Tony his treatment without charge.

    In order to catch up on my blog and in need of a later start after yesterday’s 102km ride we did not set out until 10.50am anticipating a relatively straight forward ride… they say you should never assume! Only 6km into our ride it all turned to custard as we were toughing it out directly into a very strong and cold head wind when Virginia (was sitting directly on my tail sheltering from the wind and got too close) lightly clipped my rear wheel then swerved violently into the middle of the road, crashing and burning big time.

    Tony and I raced over lifting the bike off her and quickly assisting her to the roadside. An SUV with 4 lovely Aussie tourists pulled over to see if they could assist as Virginia was obviously distressed. Within minutes our support crew arrived and Denise swung into action. Apropos her pharmacy background she attended to Virginia’s rather ugly looking knee injury, which at first glance looked like a tour ending incident for her. Denise (rightfully) was keen to take Virginia back to Mossburn for medical review and treatment. However Virginia had ridden 95% of the South Island and nothing was getting in the way of her ride to the finish line in Bluff tomorrow. Denise professionally cleaned and dressed the wound and after a 30-minute delay we were back on the road with Virginia (gutsy girl) leading our advance.

    It was a big slog into the strong headwind and it was dammed cold (circa 9 Celsius) with a biting wind adding chill factor. Shortly after turning left onto Avondale Road we ran into a fairly large hill and thank fully it was sealed (rest of the road was rough gravel) from bottom to top enabling us to ride it to the summit. We caught up with Rene and Denise at the top for a quick refuel then got going quickly given we were well behind schedule. We battled away into the wind for another 20km across rolling terrain on a gravel surface, trying to keep our spirits up. We had the best wind and wet weather gear but it was still bloody cold. We met up again with Rene and Denise at the 44km mark where they had found a road side shed (likely for rural delivery drivers to put parcels in) that was tall enough for us to stand inside and have a sandwich while sheltered from the chilling wind.

    15 minutes later we were heading south again very keen to get to our accommodation at Winton before 5pm and hopefully avoid the threatening rain. We enjoyed a terrific 10km stint averaging 30+km per hour (wind at our backs) down Hundred Line Road before heading back across and slightly into the wind for several kilometres (a reminder to the days conditions). At one stage stopping at a roadside farm shed to shelter from a short, intense rain burst. As we arrived in Winton the clouds opened up and a deluge occurred, how fortunate we were to not have that happen earlier and become the crowning moment to a very testing day. Virginia showered and Denise redressed her wound, which had held up nicely during the 58km she had ridden since injuring herself. I made tea and coffee for all and once we were all showered and dressed we popped the cork on a bottle of 2010 Amisfield Brut Cuvee… an appropriate way to acknowledge our challenging penultimate day of the journey. Later we enjoyed a very tasty and hearty dinner in the bar at the Commercial Hotel we were staying at – it was our final supper with Rene and Denise. They had been an amazing support crew to us throughout the journey, their assistance was invaluable to helping us to fulfil our epic ride. One more day to go, it will be quite emotional for us all and I hope it finishes without incident… 1,286km down, 70 to go.

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  • Riding for Hospice - Day 18

      1 March 2016
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    Last evening Tony had been attended to by physiotherapist Wendy Fowler at Silver Fern Beauty Therapy in Lumsden. She obviously knew her stuff as by the time he had returned for dinner he was already showing great signs of recovery. Wendy was very taken with our journey and mission and graciously gave Tony his treatment without charge.

    In order to catch up on my blog and in need of a later start after yesterday’s 102km ride we did not set out until 10.50am anticipating a relatively straight forward ride… they say you should never assume! Only 6km into our ride it all turned to custard as we were toughing it out directly into a very strong and cold head wind when Virginia (was sitting directly on my tail sheltering from the wind and got too close) lightly clipped my rear wheel then swerved violently into the middle of the road, crashing and burning big time.

    Tony and I raced over lifting the bike off her and quickly assisting her to the roadside. An SUV with 4 lovely Aussie tourists pulled over to see if they could assist as Virginia was obviously distressed. Within minutes our support crew arrived and Denise swung into action. Apropos her pharmacy background she attended to Virginia’s rather ugly looking knee injury, which at first glance looked like a tour ending incident for her. Denise (rightfully) was keen to take Virginia back to Mossburn for medical review and treatment. However Virginia had ridden 95% of the South Island and nothing was getting in the way of her ride to the finish line in Bluff tomorrow. Denise professionally cleaned and dressed the wound and after a 30-minute delay we were back on the road with Virginia (gutsy girl) leading our advance.

    It was a big slog into the strong headwind and it was dammed cold (circa 9 Celsius) with a biting wind adding chill factor. Shortly after turning left onto Avondale Road we ran into a fairly large hill and thank fully it was sealed (rest of the road was rough gravel) from bottom to top enabling us to ride it to the summit. We caught up with Rene and Denise at the top for a quick refuel then got going quickly given we were well behind schedule. We battled away into the wind for another 20km across rolling terrain on a gravel surface, trying to keep our spirits up. We had the best wind and wet weather gear but it was still bloody cold. We met up again with Rene and Denise at the 44km mark where they had found a road side shed (likely for rural delivery drivers to put parcels in) that was tall enough for us to stand inside and have a sandwich while sheltered from the chilling wind.

    15 minutes later we were heading south again very keen to get to our accommodation at Winton before 5pm and hopefully avoid the threatening rain. We enjoyed a terrific 10km stint averaging 30+km per hour (wind at our backs) down Hundred Line Road before heading back across and slightly into the wind for several kilometres (a reminder to the days conditions). At one stage stopping at a roadside farm shed to shelter from a short, intense rain burst. As we arrived in Winton the clouds opened up and a deluge occurred, how fortunate we were to not have that happen earlier and become the crowning moment to a very testing day. Virginia showered and Denise redressed her wound, which had held up nicely during the 58km she had ridden since injuring herself. I made tea and coffee for all and once we were all showered and dressed we popped the cork on a bottle of 2010 Amisfield Brut Cuvee… an appropriate way to acknowledge our challenging penultimate day of the journey. Later we enjoyed a very tasty and hearty dinner in the bar at the Commercial Hotel we were staying at – it was our final supper with Rene and Denise. They had been an amazing support crew to us throughout the journey, their assistance was invaluable to helping us to fulfil our epic ride. One more day to go, it will be quite emotional for us all and I hope it finishes without incident… 1,286km down, 70 to go.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 17 - Walter Peak Station to Mossburn (102km)

      29 February 2016

    Today began with a 45 minute journey down Lake Wakatipu to Walter Peak Station on the famous coal fire steam boat, TSS Earnslaw. The lake was calm, the sky clear blue and the sun was shimmering. Arriving at Walter Peak Station we retrieved our bikes and quickly got underway, we would ideally like to have begun the ride at 8.30am as opposed to 10.30am given it was 102km long and on mainly gavel surfaces.

    We rode the first 12km to the boundary gates of Walter Peak Station slowly just getting our bodies warm and mentally getting into the day. A further 2km of riding through the edge of Mount Nicholson Station brought us to the top of a very long valley (turned out to be 12km long) with spectacular mountains lining both sides. The ride down the valley was largely flat or gently rising so quite easy, the only challenge being the very rough gravel roads. Despite the quality the suspension on our Avanti bikes we were experiencing plenty of jarring through the shoulders and our perennially sore bums, which was to continue for 85 of our 102km ride.

    We exited the valley at the 26km mark via a steeply rising hill climb 3.5km long. Thank goodness we had the wind on our backs… it’s not easy riding up such a long hill that did not offer any respite - even on high quality bikes with 30 gears. We eventually crested the summit to be met by Rene and Denise. They had driven right around the lake and South to Mossburn (our eventual destination), before driving 55km up the gravel roads to bring our lunch and replenish our electrolytes and water bottles. It had taken us 3 hours so far averaging 10km per hour. After scoffing down our very tasty home-made pies chock with steak meat and mushrooms we were back on the bikes in 20 minutes and headed south cognisant that it was 2.30pm and we still had 73km to reach Mossburn.

    The top of the hill brought us to a stunning high country plateau that ran south for as far as the eye could see. It was largely flat terrain interspersed by the several small hills and much to our delight contained a fair amount of gradual descent. After a couple of hours of riding we caught up again with Rene and Denise at a water ford we were required to cross. They kindly offered to put our bikes and us on the vehicle and we could resume riding on the other side. That drew an instant and emphatic chorus of no’s from us… we said at the start of our journey in Picton that we would ride or push our bikes every inch of the way and although the ford was only 6 metres in width it would have been 6 metres we did not ride or walk. So we took off our shoes and socks held them in our hands and wheeled our bikes across the ford. Despite the beautiful summers day the water temperature was bloody freezing and by the time we exited the other side with our bikes our lower legs and feet were tinged with blue.

    Rene mentioned they had picked up a nail/spike in the rear tyre earlier but the air loss did not appear to be that bad so hopefully it would get them to Mossburn where it could be changed. 5km down the road were came across them in the process of changing the tyre as it was leaking air too fast to get to our destination. We remained with them while they figured out how to release the spare tyre as out in this high country there is no mobile service and we had only encountered 3 vehicles in 50km of riding. It is dramatic terrain and the day was gorgeous, but there was still a slight chill in the air reminding you this environment can experience dramatic change in temperature in a very short time. Certainly you would be unwise to consider riding through it between April/October.

    We cranked up the pace and were riding a very gradual, but almost continuous descent and chewing up the kilometres. 30km out from Mossburn and still on gravel roads Rene and Denise caught up with us and after a brief chat headed onto town to see if they could arrange a physio to check out Tony’s neck and shoulder that had been giving him grief for a week. He had had a couple of massages plus taken some pain medication and Rene had altered his bike set up several times. Clearly Tony required some remedial work so he did not have to ride the final two days to Bluff in continual discomfort.

    The 85km mark brought shouts of joy and much relief as we finally exited the gravel roads onto a smooth tar seal surface. We travelled west for 4km side onto the wind, which had increased in strength as the day wore on and it was knocking us about, requiring all of our concentration to stay on the bikes. We linked up with Rene and Denise as we turned south onto the main highway for our last 14km run into Mossburn. Rene pumped additional air into our tyres (we rode the gravel roads with lower tyre pressures giving us better grip in the loose metal) so they would ride faster on the smooth sealed surface. Virginia led us home at a cracking pace at times getting up to 47.5km per hour on the smooth slightly descending highway into town. We rode the 14km in 23 minutes averaging 36km per hour such was our keenness keen to get to our hotel, but none more so than Virginia and Tony and I had to ride all out to hang onto her tail.

    Soon after arriving Denise took Tony to Lumsden (small town 20km away) for an appointment with a physio they had tracked down while Virginia and I enjoyed a much needed hot shower and scrub to remove the thick coating of gravel dust from our bodies. Tony returned for dinner around 8pm looking more relaxed, having had a good session with the physio. She had identified displaced vertebrae and treated them accordingly plus given Tony remedial exercise to ensure it did not deteriorate. Hopefully he will be able to ride relatively pain free for the all-important last two days of our epic journey. Yes 2 days only to the finish line, it seems surreal after having come 1,211km that it will all come to an end in just two days and 140km.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 16 - Rest day in Queenstown

      29 February 2016
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    What better place to have the second of only two rest days on our epic ride than Queenstown. Our accommodation at ‘The Historic Stone Cottage’ (great place, loads of old world charm with all the mod cons) was centrally located just above the township giving us a steep descent down Ballarat Street into town for breakfast at the civilised time of 10.00am. Afterwards we wandered down to the wharf to reconfirm our tickets for our trip on the TSS Earnslaw down the lake tomorrow... only 3 days of riding to the finish line and we don’t want any organisational slip ups preventing is from getting to the finish line in Bluff on time. We resume our ride from Walter Peak Station and need to take the TSS Earnslaw to get there.

    Just after 1pm we headed to Amisfield winery restaurant and cellar door for lunch, we had intended to go there (our favourite place to lunch in the region), however they emailed me before we began our ride and offered to host us for lunch as their guests. It was a warm, bright, sunny day so they had reserved us a table outside. We ordered a selection of dishes to share and a bottle of their Amisfield 2010 vintage Brut Cuvee. It was delicious, very Champagne like with excellent lees aging complexity having spent 5+ years ageing in bottle and that was beautifully balanced by good fruit, crisp acid and fresh mineral notes.

    We ordered a second wine to be served with the main dishes of duck, pork belly and slow cooked Merino lamb – it was the latest release 2012 vintage of Amisfield Rocky Knoll Pinot Noir recently rated 98/100 Bob Campbell MW. First made from the 2003 vintage it is only made in select vintages (6 out of 12 vintages so far). The fruit is from a special site of older vines and undergoes patient hands on winemaking including many traditional Burgundian practices like foot treading of the grapes straight to barrel to give more refinement and length in the tannin structure. It proved to be well worth Bob’s 98/100 rating and although youthful at 4-years (age for 10-15 years and potentially longer if well stored) it was incredibly approachable… it was so amazing we drank two bottles.

    After lunch we snapped a couple of pictures with the 6 magnums of Amisfield Pinot Noir they generously donated for our Riding for Hospice fundraising wine auction with date TBC. We had no expectation that they would pay for the wine as well as lunch, but they did without hesitation. It remains our favourite place to lunch and we will long remember the beautiful gesture to bestow such hospitality on us in recognition of what we were doing for Hospice.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 15 - Wanaka to Queenstown (78km)

      29 February 2016
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    After a day off it was hard to get going again, but we’re a determined trio well supported by Rene and Denise so at precisely 9.00am we rode out of the hotel carpark turning right onto the road to Cardrona and Queenstown. We stopped briefly (2-minutes max) for a quick drink of electrolytes at the 5 and 12km marks. At 22km we stopped to have our photos taken at the gate of The Cardrona Distillery & Museum, whose fence was lined with hundreds of bras (the display was nicknamed Bradrona) supporting women’s breast cancer with a facility to donate, vehicles were constantly stopping to investigate (and hopefully donating).

    At the 25km mark we pulled up outside the legendary Cardrona Hotel and popped inside for tea and coffee in the rear garden area. We were easing our way back into riding after a day off and appreciating a slower pace with more regular stops. 20-minutes later we were back on the road headed for the Crown Range summit 14km away. From the time we left Wanaka we were always gradually climbing. Wanaka is 300m above sea level and the Crown Range summit is at 1,076m, so with a 776m difference in gradient it was always going to be testing.

    The real moment of truth came around 3km from the summit when the climb became noticeably steeper and there was no respite around every corner. Despite our tiredness we left nothing on the table, all three of us impressively rode every inch of the way to the summit (Virginia was not going to let us guys get one up on her), which at 1,076m is recorded as New Zealand’s highest sealed road above sea level. The vista from the top is remarkable and extends through to Lake Wakatipu.

    Riding down from the summit in blustery winds was unnerving, requiring your absolute concentration. The descent is incredibly steep in places with many switchbacks and sharp corners and at times the wind was so strong it threatened to topple you from your bike. We kept our hands on the brakes never letting our speed get above 30-35km and it was a relief when we turned right down a gravel road before the bottom to link up with Tobin track (steep off road bike track) that drops you down into Arrowtown.

    We enjoyed a much needed, carbohydrate fuelled lunch, at Taste Gibbston Valley located in the main street. It’s easy to lose time and focus in Arrowtown but we still had 27km to ride to Queenstown and our gutsy ascent of the Crown Range had definitely emptied our reserves. 30 minutes was all we allowed ourselves before getting back on the bikes heading out through Millbrook Resort and down the famous Christine’s Hill (if you’re coming the other way it is a daunting hill climb on a loose metal track). We rode the track through to and over the Shotover Bridge then took the Queenstown via Frankton route, which required one more fairly sizable climb.

    After passing through the Frankton industrial and commercial area we hooked up with the cycle/walking track that follows the lake edge right around to Queenstown for circa 8km. It is largely flat with a relatively smooth off road surface, which were very welcome conditions for us to complete the ride. One final obligation remained, to climb up a steep road from the lake and it was bloody steep. Way too steep to even consider riding (even if we we’re so spent) and none too easy to walk up pushing your bike. Once over the top we turned left, right and left again into Hallenstein Street arriving at our accommodation at the ‘Historic Stone Cottage’ at 5pm… a big day manfully and womanfully completed with a rest day tomorrow to look forward to… yeehah.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 14 - Rest day in Wanaka

      29 February 2016

    This was the first day of rest since our epic ride began in Picton 14 days ago and it was much needed by us all. 13 straight days of riding on average 80-90km per day is very taxing, even for much younger athletically fit people as opposed to us ageing Hospice Warriors. However we’ve always been active and if you eat well and have a nice wine or two nightly you sleep nicely, recover well and pop out of bed the next morning raring to go again.

    Today we did not have any plans so after a very late breakfast we headed out to Rippon Wines to catch up with Jo and Nick Mills and thank them for their generous donation of a Jeroboam (3 litres) of Rippon 2005 (great vintage) Pinot Noir, which will be offered in our wine auction at a date TBC, but probably mid-April. Jo treated us to a private tasting of all of the current Rippon releases of which we enjoyed them all… my particular favourite was the 2013 Rippon Emma’s Block.

    Then Jo ushered us upstairs to taste several back vintages of Rippon Pinot Noirs from their cellar stocks. Very fortuitously we were able to sample the 2005 Rippon from 750ml bottle and it was in a beautifully developed state, but still with great energy. Clearly the 3 litre going up for auction will be much more youthful given the larger the format, the slower the development so it is going to have enormous appeal.

    We then ordered a selection of cheese and meat platters and Jo kindly treated us to a bottle of the 2011 Rippon Mature Vine Pinot Noir. We whiled away an hour in the sun outside cellar door taking in the stunning vista over the vineyards, across Lake Wanaka to the impressive array of mountains surrounding it… simply beautiful way to unwind. Later that night we ate locally before lights out around 9.00am to rest in preparation for our ride to Queenstown tomorrow.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 13 - Makaroa to Wanaka (70km)

      26 February 2016
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    We set out for Wanaka at 9.30am under dark cloudy skies and drizzling rain that looked like it might soon turn into a deluge. Not another rainy day… please no! Thankfully it never materialised. The first 10km was slightly downhill and we rode that in 23 minutes, but we did not hit the 20km mark until 65 minutes, reflecting the number of steady climbs we began to encounter.

    From around 5km out of Makarora Lake Wanaka appeared on our right side and we followed it south for circa 30km before the road cut left over the hill picking up the top of Lake Hawea. We were travelling down highway 6 as there were no off road options and the traffic was constant though largely considerate.

    From 20 through 45 kilometres the hills got steeper and as this was our 13th straight day of riding, the lactic build up in our thighs coupled with our sore bums made the hills mentally confronting. Today I set a new team downhill speed record of 66.8km – my larger build gives me an advantage of Virginia and Tony in gathering speed on a downhill run, although Virginia broke 60km earlier in the tour. Of course flying down the other side is a wonderful reward for the hard climb but our joy is always tinged with dread that what goes down must go up again soon.

    We arrived in Lake Hawea township around 1pm and stopped at a local café for lunch. 30 minutes later we were back on our bikes and pleased to be riding off road on the Hawea River Track. The locals must enjoy having a track like this that links Lake Hawea with Wanaka hugging the bank of the river most of the way. Later we crossed the swing bridge over the Clutha River and were double checking our map to ensure we took the right turn when a guy came over the bridge and we asked him if he could give us directions. He said he was a bit lost himself so while conversing over the best way to go, discussion arose over why we were out riding. His name was Bruce (from Wellington) and was in the area holidaying with his wife. An avid biker and fitness disciple by the look of him. When we told him what we were doing he exclaimed… “You’re the guy I hear on the radio” and “you are the people doing the South Island Ride to raise money for Hospice. Oh you’ve made my day!” It was so spontaneous and funny that we should have that meeting on an off road bike track in Central Otago. Carrying his bike back up the stairs of the swing bridge he again retorted “You’ve made my day” followed by “I’m off to make a donation, good on you guys”.

    The final few kilometres through Albert Town and round the back of Wanaka to our accommodation were arduous, not tough in terms of the gradient, simply that we were all spent physically. The rest day tomorrow in Wanaka could not have been more welcome and needed. One more obligation before we could sign off on the day. Local Member of Parliament for Waitaki, Jacqui Dean (Parliamentary Private Secretary for Tourism and Parliamentary Private Secretary for Local Government), made contact and was eager to assist our cause. She popped by grabbed a couple of photos to go with a press release she had prepared and submitted them to the local media in the hope they would get in behind the ride… thank you from all of us Jacqui for your support and efforts.

    Virginia and Tony had appointments at the hotel spa for full body massages at 4.45pm and mine was for 6pm. We all needed some serious TLC by now and while they were on the massage tables I went into Wanaka to buy a couple of bottles of wine from the local wine shop. We had struggled to find a reasonable bottle of wine in the bottom half of the West Coast to be frank and we weren’t being overly fussy, so it was nice to be in good Otago wine country.

    Today we had broken through the thousand kilometre barrier (1,031kms to be precise) and can sense the finish line is close. A day off in Wanaka precedes our ride over the Crown Range and down into Queenstown. We have a second day off there where we hope to drum up local support for our fundraising cause. Then it will be 3 straight days of riding to get us to the finish line in Bluff. Thanks to everyone and please keep spreading the message as wide and far as you can. I will be live on Newstalk ZB at 11.15am today (Thursday) with Leighton Smith if you can tune into 1080am.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 12 - Haast to Makaroa (85km)

      24 February 2016
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    It was our 12th straight day of riding and we knew it was going to be a tough one, especially given the 50km to our lunch stop at Pleasant Flat was a gradual climb and 7km further on we would have to cross Haast Pass with a summit of 564m. Prior to starting we had one obligation, to have our picture taken with Tracey, the Manager of the Heartland World Heritage Hotel where we had stayed the night. They had graciously and generously given us our accommodation for free in support of our ‘Ride for Hospice’.

    While we were getting back on our bikes a woman stopped her car, got out and gave Denise a donation. We were oblivious that she had also told Denise to bring us to her business in Haast, 3km down the road for something special. Rene told us that we had to drop into a store in Haast and to follow him. We arrived outside of Haast Heliservices to be greeted by the lady (Sheri Wright) who gave us the donation earlier and who also happened to be part of the business. Sheri said she was so impressed with the epic nature of our ride, which was for such a great cause that she would like to give us a Helicopter ride by way of appreciation for what we were doing… spontaneous and unconditional generosity. Virginia had never been in a helicopter before so it made it even more special. Pilot Scott Rodgers flew us South across relatively flat forest land and farms before making a sweeping right hand turn over the ocean then coming back in across the Haast River prior to returning to base. What a neat start to our day, how dam thoughtful from Sheri and it put us in a good frame of mind to approach the tough ride ahead. We snapped a couple of photos with Sheri and Scott and thanked them profusely before heading down the highway.

    We had planned to begin our ride at 9.00am but by this stage it was 10.30am and we had only gone 3km down the road. We were keen to make up for lost time and rode pretty hard to get to 35km mark in an hour and a half. After a brief refuel we rode onto to the 50km mark at Pleasant Flat to have sandwiches and sweet treats for lunch that Denise and Rene had picked up in Haast. The sand flies were voracious and fortuitously we had our leg and arm warmers on so largely avoided bites. Conversely Denise was getting eaten alive irrespective of the volumes of repellent she applied to herself. Our lunch stop, for those reasons, plus the need to keep moving was confined to only 20 minutes. We also knew that 7km down the highway we would begin our climb over the Haast Pass so were keen put that behind us.

    It proved to be a challenging climb, the cycle book said the final 2 kilometres were the toughest but not so! The first 2 kilometres were pretty dam steep and unrelenting, we kept our heads down and rolled over the pedals in high gear going nowhere fast, but with the long goal of riding up it all the way. It was somewhat confusing as the Pass eventually levelled out followed by a couple of kilometres of relatively level riding and we thought we must have gone over the summit. Not quite, all of a sudden we were climbing again but fortunately it was quite short and of moderate steepness… it was music to ones ears to hear Rene just up ahead vigorously pumping his air horn announcing the summit finish line was close. We stopped there for a brief rest and to snap a few photos, and after refuelling our electrolytes we set out on our final 18km run to our accommodation at Makarora.

    Riding down the other side of Haast Pass was spectacular and well deserved for our ride up the other side. It was a fast and energy free 4kms of our remaining 18km ride. We were all feeling pretty whacked so appreciated the mainly level ride through the Pass, a stunning valley coursed by the Haast River and surrounded by mountains on both sides. At the summit we had crossed from West Coast into Otago and strangely you could quickly sense the change in the flora and the general landscape… there were certainly less sand flies. By the time we reached our cabin accommodation at Makarora we were buggered and would not have wanted to have gone one yard further. We headed straight to our accommodation for a hot shower and scrub before commencing our much needed R&R to get us in shape for the 75km ride into Wanaka tomorrow where our first day off beckons after 13 straight days of riding.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 10 - Franz Joseph to Pine Grove (60km)

      22 February 2016
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    We knew when we set off that our 24km morning ride to Fox would be the hardest leg of the day. In our guide, “Classic NZ Cycle Trails”, it details there being 3 tough hills and we were just 7km from Franz Joseph when we encountered the first of them. Rising quickly over 2.5km to 320metres elevation, once over the summit the downhill provided much needed relief, but it was only temporary as we began our climb towards summit number 2. At 400metres elevation it was tougher again but we’re much stronger and fitter than when we began our epic ride 10-days ago.

    Over the top, 2 down 1 to go, and although hill 3 had similar elevation to hill 2 the incline was slightly more dramatic in places. We ground it out making the summit without stopping where Rene and Denise were waiting to provide a quick refuel before we relished a 5km speedy descent into Fox to enjoy a light lunch at the Hobnail café. It had been a pretty confronting ride completed in just under 2 hours, phenomenal riding by the Hospice Warriors that utterly impressed one of the local mountain guides we met at our lunch stop.

    In the first few days lunch stops were around an hour, but now with our ever increasing fitness levels our recovery was so much quicker so we were ready to leave Fox in 30 minutes for our afternoon leg to Pine Grove. 36km of largely flat riding interspersed with a number of modest hills (there’s always hills of course). We deliberately rode the first 20km hard covering it in 54 minutes, great speed considering 80% of the time we rode into a reasonable Southerly head wind. Rene and Denise caught up with us at the 25km mark and refilled our electrolytes for the final 11km ride to Pine Grove.

    The scenery was gorgeous all the way, but this far down the West Coast it’s an enduring parade of Mother Nature at her finest. Of course there was the customary collection of hills that always seem to arise during the last few kilometres of your ride, but given the mornings 3 peaks they were simply lumps in the highway. The Southerly head wind gains in strength as the afternoon wears on, so arriving at our Pine Grove accommodation just before 3pm was quite fortuitous timing. Of course Rene and Denise had prepared for our arrival as usual (amazing to experience when you’re pushing your bodies so hard every day) and we headed straight for a warm shower.

    Shortly afterwards Rene arrived at our unit with a large plate of hot whitebait fritters prepared by Carol (Carol and David are the owners of Pine Grove Motel). Crammed with freshly caught whitebait and bound together by a fine, light egg emulsion. They were seriously tasty whitebait fritters and provided perfect light afternoon nourishment to our tired bodies. Whitebait fritters for afternoon tea… standard fare in this part of NZ, but very special for us guys. Soon after while Virginia was prepaying the account for the rooms Carol and David gave her a $200 donation for Hospice… incredibly hospitable and generous people. If you’re looking for very clean modest cabin accommodation when travelling down the West Coast between Franz Joseph and Haast, Pine Grove Motels are worth stopping in, especially for families on a budget. Tonight we are having BBQ’d steak burgers with the works made from fresh ingredients we picked up in Franz Joseph this morning. Of course there will be the mandatory couple of glasses of wine over some reflection on today and planning for tomorrow.

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    • 23/02/2016 by Christine

      Great to read your blog updates, belated happy wedding anniversary, an amazing journey you are all undertaking. Level of fitness will be huge by the end of the cycle.

      Good luck for the days ahead Christine & Bruce xxx

  • Riding for Hospice Day 9 - Hari Hari to Franz Joseph (62km)

      22 February 2016
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    9 straight days of riding seems almost incomprehensible for three part time riders north of 60 years, but we’re getting pretty strong now and hopping on the bikes in the morning we no longer wince with pain. Maybe not so our butts, I don’t think they will ever not be sore, but all other body parts are well conditioned now. Today we had 62km to ride, which seemed like a half day for us given the daily distances we had ridden to date, so we took our time getting going. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast at the local Pukeko Café and if you ever find yourself driving through Hari Hari travelling down the West Coast, stop in for breakfast or lunch and you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the quality of the food and coffee.

    It had rained heavily again in the night and the skies were dark but thankfully by the time we jumped on the bikes at 10.00am they had lightened appreciably and the temperature risen a couple of degrees. Our fervent hope was that we could at least get to the halfway mark at Whataroa for our lunch stop without getting rained on, which would at least mean we only had to potentially ride one leg in soaking gear. We were riding main highway all the way, which was flat heading out of town for 7km before morphing into a 2km steep climb with a 250m elevation. We no longer had any apprehension about making such climbs and we rode up it very strongly. From there it was pretty straight forward with moderate elevations mixed with generally flat terrain. We arrived at Whataroa stopping off at the local café for lunch (whitebait fritters in fresh bread – bloody delicious). The local motel (White Heron) owner’s daughters came over to see us at the café. Having noticed our support vehicle messages “Riding from Picton to Bluff to raise $250,000 for NZ Hospices”, they had come across to make a donation… beautiful! The weather had settled and it was partly overcast and sunny when we left Whataroa for Franz Joseph 32km down the highway.

    We made good time and passed through the first 10km mark in 25 minutes before we encountered a noticeable but none to challenging rise in the road. At 22km we stopped for a refuel and snapped a couple of pictures with Mt Cook in the background, the scenery was both breath taking and inspiring. We passed two beautiful lakes on the way and although we continued to steadily climb it was well within our new found physical abilities. We arrived in Franz Joseph at 2.45pm so taking into account breaks we had taken just 3 hours 40 minutes to complete the journey. Not bad considering the gradual climb and given we are riding within ourselves to ensure we make it all the way to Bluff. Our accommodation at Punga Grove Motel was just perfect and very comfortable (we’ve stayed in some fairly basic but clean accommodation on tour given the remoteness of some of our destinations) and after a quick check in we headed for the local hot pools for a much needed and beneficial soak. As I finish today's blog the clock has struck 6pm and we’re heading out for dinner… very civilized timing for a change.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 8 - Hokitika to Hari Hari (83km)

      22 February 2016
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    We did not depart Hokitika until 10.35am as the rest of the team had lots of drying of yesterday’s gear to complete (256 millimetres of rain in the hills around Hokitika in 24-hours – that’s what we rode through) and ultimately I had to write the blog having been too whacked to do so the night before. Fuelled by a very tasty breakfast we were fully kitted out in wet weather gear, wind vests, arm and leg warmers as it looked like we were in for more of yesterday’s riding conditions.

    We rode down the main street, hung a right onto the highway and over the bridge spanning the very swollen Hokitika river. 7km down we turned left into the Mahinapua track… an old tramline track that wends its way through several kilometres of bush, which is fun to ride, very serene and great for one’s soul. We exited right onto a sealed road then down to the main highway turning right again and heading back 2km towards Hokitika (didn’t feel right doubling back) to link up with the old rail line that morphs into an 11km rail trail of off road riding.

    We spotted a Weka along the trail (seen 6 on our ride so far), which is largely surrounded by wetlands. We made good time to Ross (36km ride) given we had left late and though not as severe as yesterday, the weather conditions were variable and quite cold at times. The local café served up delicious toasted sandwiches clearly made from quality ingredients (relief after yesterday’s miserable offering at Cowboys Paradise) and a pot of tea helped warm our cold, wet bodies.

    Rene checked our bikes while Denise refilled our water bottles with electrolytes (great fuel when doing prolonged physical exercise). We added one more clothing layer and changed our soaking socks before getting back on the bikes (raining like hell) for the 44km afternoon ride to Hari Hari. We mistakenly cycled past our required right turn 5km down the highway and unnecessarily rode up a very long and steep hill before realising our error and turning back to link up with our off road trail (2km of additional pain not required). 11km of gravel road and we only encountered one vehicle, which is why we ride off road as much as we can.

    That left us with circa 28km of highway riding to get to Hari Hari. Heading down the highway we passed our support crew driving north which was quite bemusing – they quickly caught up with us and we discovered they had turned down the correct road that we had missed before we had turned back consequently missing us and had been searching for us. There were quite a few hills, but we are riding into some real fitness and comfortably conquered them all. The upside of riding sealed road is you can average higher speeds (definitely easier riding) and even though it rained most of the way the wind had dropped and the temperature was 3-4 degrees warmer than yesterday.

    We rode closely in single file with the rear rider calling out when they heard vehicles coming from behind, so we could move off the road if required. given there were negligible fringes all the way. We made great time arriving at our motel at Hari Hari around 5.30pm. Once again our support team had put all the gear in our rooms, they took our bikes and sent us off for a welcome hot shower. Dinner at the local pub tonight, I’m sure it will be good and undoubtedly plentiful as is the Southern way. 667km of 1365 completed and only 8 of our 18 days gone, we’re well on track and Rene and Denise have aptly named us the ‘Hospice Warriors’.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 7 - Kumara to Hokitika (72km)

      22 February 2016
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    Departing our delightful and super comfortable cottage accommodation at Kumara was quite difficult given it was so homely and relaxing. After 6 straight days of riding our butts and legs were pretty sore and it felt like we were due a rest. However after breakfast our support team Rene and Denise were there to load the VW Amarok and we were soon on our bikes and headed for Cowboys Paradise via the Heritage bush trail (36km ride).

    We left in overcast weather with the sun trying hard to break through, but had not reached the first 10km mark when it started raining and with that came a drop in temperature. We met up with Rene and Denise around the back of the lake for a quick check on equipment and a refuel then minutes later were on our way again. The bush was magnificent and the track circumvented the lake, eventually taking us around the base of the mountain we had spotted from the other side of the lake and had looked so distant at the time. It was a long slow gradual climb with very little relief, we wondered why the guide book had said 4-6 hours which seemed an inordinate amount of time for 36km.

    As we passed the mountain the skies opened up and a cold wind aided a several degree drop in temperature. The track got slightly steeper, our speed decreased and the legs pumped harder. 3 hours 25 minutes later we rode into Cowboys Paradise soaking wet, cold and in need of a hot drink and food. Rene and Denise helped us get our bikes under cover and we zeroed in on a large hot cup of tea. Unfortunately the food selection was minimal so we opted for toasted sandwiches, which took around 30-minutes to prepare yet we were the only people there.

    It was raining sideways outside and the temperature had dropped further, clearly it was not going to improve anytime soon so we donned additional gear (wind vest, leg warmers and thermal gloves) and set off for a 36km ride to Hokitika in atrocious conditions. The initial track was downhill via a large number of switchbacks until we hit the entrance gate to the property and onto a gravel road taking us straight into a head wind that was close to gale force at times and almost stopped us in our tracks. For several kilometres we could hardly get above 7-10km per hour and the rain was coming in sideways stinging like hail as it hit our faces.

    Finally we turned more to the west and began a long fairly steep climb through the bush. Although taxing the dense bush provided us with temporary shelter from the cold/howling winds. At the crest of the hill we came across a local farmer driving a quad bike with a roof and he was dressed in the full suite of wet weather gear. A rugged and humorous fella who was keen to know why we were stupid enough to be riding our bikes in such nasty weather. We told him what we were up to and that we had no choice but to keep to the program, so unless the roads were impassable we had to kick on. He was impressed and might have even thought for a moment these JAFFA’s are tough buggers after all.

    Over the hill it was all downhill to the main road where we turned right for an 18km run into Hokitika on sealed road (heaven). Fortunately it was 90% flat including quite a few downhills and as the wind was more to our side we made quicker progress. The rain kept coming and the wind kept gusting, but our leg warmers, wind vests and thermal gloves had added that extra protection that kept our body temperatures up, preserving our strength. Arriving at our accommodation was a relief as was an hour long massage Virginia had arranged with a local therapist. After a hearty dinner and a couple of Pinots we climbed into bed around 10.00pm and slept like logs.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 6 - Blackball to Kumara (56km)

      22 February 2016
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    Breakfast at 8.15am and it was delicious, fresh farm eggs, great bacon and a venison patty that was lean and very tasty. Just the ticket for a day’s riding although 56km today seems like paradise being pretty much half yesterday’s distance and miles less than our daily average so far of 91km. Rene snapped a picture of us with publican Cynthia Robins who presented us with a cheque for $100 for the cause from her and partner Phil Lemmon. Then we jumped on the bikes and headed down the road for our first leg… 26km into Greymouth.

    The rain was hosing down so our rain coats supplied by Avanti Plus were a welcome addition to our riding wardrobe. Riding down through the town to the main road was all downhill, a great way to ease ourselves into the day. Oh oh! Immediately after turning right onto the main highway we hit our first hill. By the time we reached the top we were well warmed up so it was a blessing in disguise. The ride to Greymouth was on tar seal and mainly flat but with a couple of pretty decent climbs. 2km of road works slowed us a little but it took just a tad under 1.5 hours to reach town. It had rained all the way, the temperature had dropped and a strengthening northerly all combined to make conditions a little tougher.

    Crossing the bridge over the Grey river into Greymouth I snapped a picture of Tony and Virginia with the town and the harbour bar at their backs, which captured the volatility of the day perfectly. In town we spoke with a local woman to seek advice to the best coffee and café food around. Her first priority was to give Virginia $10 for the cause then she sent us around the road to Bonsai (no Japanese food or relationship at all so a surprising name). The coffee and food were great and Rene had arranged with the local Avanti Plus bike agent to store our bikes while we refuelled.

    Back on the bikes but this time wearing our arm warmers to ward off the cooler wind. The 30km second leg to Kumara took us around the inner harbour and back into the teeth of the bustling northerly wind (slowed riding to 8km hour) that was predicted to strengthen to gale force as the day wore on. Good news for us given once we rounded the harbour entrance exposed to the ocean and bar, we would head directly south and have the northerly at our backs. The cycle track runs parallel to the main highway south with the ocean on our right so we could see the wild nature of the west coast on an inclement day, stretching down the coast further than the eye could see. Virginia set a cracking pace and had us averaging 25km per hour. In just 55 minutes we were at the 20km mark where we turned inland to Kumara via a purpose built off road cycle track traversing the bush that would make up the final 10km of our journey. It was peaceful riding with no noise and contact, however there was a continuous slight incline so we slowed to around 14km average, no matter, we were on target for a much needed very early finish. We stopped only once, at a suspension bridge (built in 2014) that spanned a deep chasm flowing into the Taramakau River (see picture) and apropos the heavy rainfall of the last 18-hours the river was high and mighty.

    We arrived at Theatre Royal Hotel and checked in before getting back on our bikes to pedal 500 metres down the road to our 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom cottage, luxury after our small bedrooms and basic facilities at the Blackball Hotel (with all the charm of yesteryear and spotlessly clean). The site of a bath was heaven sent to Virginia who had brought a few bags of Epsom salts to soak our weary bodies after a hard days ride… trouble is this was the first bath of our journey so far. Needless to say we both enjoyed a long soak, which hopefully will ease some of the muscle soreness from 6 consecutive days of riding.

    We’re booked into the hotel for dinner tonight and by all reports the food is excellent. A good night’s sleep and we’ll be strong for tomorrows ride to Cowboy Paradise (have lunch there) and onto Hokitika.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 5 - Springs Junction to Blackball (107km)

      22 February 2016
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    Up at 6.30am and after a hearty cooked breakfast at the Springs Junction café we were fuelled and ready to go at 8.45am. Today was a big one and we needed to get going earlier and were all feeling pretty tender after 4 massive days of riding our mountain bikes. I did a live to air cross with Mark Watson on Radio Sports last night and he told his listeners that riding 100km on a mountain bike is like riding 200km on a road bike. The exact comparison is debateable, but I can assure you the difference is like a Range Rover to a Ferrari. We are travelling on mountain bikes because we are spending around 70% of time off road.

    4km into Springs Junction then left on highway 7 to Reefton 44km down the road. No sooner than you turn onto the highway the road begins to climb and it did so for around 7km. There is little respite during the climb but we’re riding into fitness and rode all the way to the summit at 696m where we stopped for a short rest and re fuel before beginning our descent. And what a brilliant descent that went for ages and we reached speeds around 55km at times, averaging circa 30km almost through to Reefton. The highway mostly wound its way through forest so it was a stunning ride, cool and serene except for irregular traffic. 48km’s clocked up, we reached Reefton stopping at a local café for lunch. The food was fabulous in its freshness, diversity and quality (great café for Reefton locals, be delighted to have it in Grey Lynn), we ate well and their freshly baked Hot Cross buns were bloody delicious (good carbo loading too).

    Back on the bikes Virginia stopped at the local lotto shop as she was feeling lucky today (our 42nd Wedding Anniversary spent riding the South Island… we were already lucky), then we headed south for Ikamatua 30km down the road. Riding out of town Virginia spotted a sheep way over in the paddock that was cast (on its back and unable to right itself) in a dry drain and yelled for Tony and me to stop. She was over that barbed wire fence in a flash and running across the paddock with me in hot pursuit (20 metres behind) while Tony minded the bikes. She had the poor thing rolled over and on its feet in a flash (came from good farming stock) and it initially walked like a drunken sailor, so it had been there for a couple of hours. It trotted off to catch up with the flock in the next paddock and we resumed our ride. We had only reached the end of the straight when we encountered a steep, long rise in the road and with 59km to Blackball we were thinking this was going to be bigger than Texas for us oldies. However once we crested the hill the downhill run was electric and Virginia set the speed record so far at 60km per hour.

    We covered the 30km to Ikamatua in quick time and were averaging 27km on the largely flat roads with a very slight breeze on our backs. Once there, we turned right onto a secondary sealed highway for a 32km run into Blackball. Making around 20km per hour with less favourable road conditions we were still on track to reach our destination circa 3.45pm. That was until we passed the Pike River Mine Memorial site (had not realised we would be passing it) so stopped for 15-minutes and walked through it and read all of the messages for each of the 29 individuals lost in the disaster. It’s a great memorial that puts the average New Zealander in touch with the real people and the tragedy of the disaster. After paying our respects we were back riding with 17km to go. Well wouldn’t you know it… less than 10km from the finish line we encountered a series of very steep inclines in the road that certainly tested us coming towards the end of a huge day. But no walking for us and where it goes up it inevitably comes down, so it did with a terrific descent that had me matching Virginias 60km per hour high for the tour so far. Of course when we made the turn off the road for our last 1.5k run into to the Blackball to our hotel (Blackball Hilton) guess what we encountered… one final hill and quite steep it was. We beat it and as we rode up the main road there was Rene and Denise outside our hotel on the road loudly pumping his air horn and welcoming us to the finish line with a group of other hotel guests cheering us on.

    Exhausted, Rene relieved us of our bikes and Denise showed us to our rooms where they had put all our gear in readiness as usual… amazing support crew!

    Off to dinner with the crew and to explore this historic hotel. Very different place to spend our 42nd wedding Anniversary, but fun for sure.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 4 - Murchison to Springs Junction (83km)

      22 February 2016
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    We began the day with a large cooked breakfast at Blue Tea Rooms in Murchison, the owner was delightful and the food perfectly cooked, my sausage extended from one side of the plate to the other (always generous portions in the South Island). After paying the account she graciously handed over a donation to Rene, everywhere we go they are so appreciative of our journey and everyone buys into the need to support for Hospices throughout NZ. She also offered to prepare fresh sandwiches for our lunch, although Tony opted for a good looking steak and mushroom pie.

    We set off on the bikes at 9.25am and stopped for our first rest at the 20km mark at 10.40am, so were making good progress. A further 10km down the road we turned right onto a 4 wheel drive track over the Maruia Saddle – 7km ascent, the first kilometre was reasonably steep but ridable and the remaining 6km to the top probably circa 15 degrees of continuous elevation. We met up with Rene and Denise at the top (530 metres elevation) and enjoyed our delicious sandwiches (in Tony’s case his pie) with a baked ginger kiss (OK to have a bit naughty food when you’re riding all day every day) and rested for 30-minutes, the bush was both magnificent and serene.

    Back on our bike for a rapid 4km descent through the bush before exiting left onto highway 65 and when we stopped for a 5 minute rest 16km down the road we had completed 20km in an hour (great pace for three oldies on mountain bikes). 15 minutes later we turned right over the river onto West Bank road and followed the river for 14km on largely flat gravel surface then re crossed the river and joined up with the highway for a 2km ride into Springs Junction.

    Our ride was not quite complete… we turned left towards Lewis Pass for 3km before arriving at our accommodation for the night (Lewis Pass Motel) and quite frankly we were absolutely stuffed, all of us. Although today’s ride of 83km was the shortest so far, the accumulation of 4 days riding and the high temperatures were taking their toll. So after a shower and settling in we drove to a local hot springs to elevate our recovery. A 45 minute soak in the hot mineral spas definitely alleviated some of the muscle weariness and pain, hopefully getting us in good shape for our 101km ride tomorrow – 44km to Reefton followed by 57km to Blackball, our accommodation… Blackball Hilton (by name only), most appropriate given it is Virginia’s and my 42nd Wedding Anniversary.

    Rene and Denise had been shopping earlier in the day and prepared a delicious steak, corn on the cob and fresh salad dinner back at our motel. It was spectacular sitting on our deck enjoying dinner accompanied by Mt Edward Pinot Noir (in Virginia’s case a delicious Villa Maria Chardonnay) with a spectacular vista down the valley beneath a stunning setting sun. Great day, huge effort and by now we know we can do this great challenge!

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 3 - Tapawera to Murchison (96km)

      22 February 2016
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    We had made arrangements with the local publican’s wife the night before that if we were at the restaurant door at 8.00am she would have a hearty cooked breakfast ready for us and she was true to her word. Bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns and buttered toast, we had only been seated for 10 minutes and all five of our meals rolled out of the kitchen simultaneously. All quality local ingredients perfectly cooked and generously portioned, so much so we could not finish it all so took with us three sausages and two hastily constructed bacon sandwiches from the remains of our breakfast. The owners generously gave a donation to the cause and we managed to get a picture with them out front of their hotel, salt of the earth country people.

    All packed up we departed on our bikes at 9.25 with a big day ahead. We hung a left from the camping grounds and rode 20km over sealed road travelling 20 minutes faster than the day before for our first 20. After stopping for a rest and refuel we headed down a gravel road for the next 20km. Several kilometres down we began a long slow ascent, never steep enough to make us get off our bikes and walk but very constant and probably around 10km to the summit.

    Flying down the other side we intersected with the main highway turning right and enjoying a downhill ride of 6km to Kawatiri Junction (we had clocked up 46km in 3 hours). Rene and Denise had dropped into a local café and purchased 3 beautifully fresh and tasty chicken, salad and mayo wholemeal bread sandwiches, generous in size and dam tasty. While getting lunch they informed the owner and a visitor of our ride for Hospice and they duly handed over $100 and $20 respectively. We managed to eat those sandwiches plus the bacon sandwiches left over from breakfast. There were zillions of bumble bees (almost plague like) at the junction and we were besieged by them, so were soon back on the bikes for our remaining 50km to Murchison.

    The first 6km was down state highway 6 and the traffic was heavy, and in parts the shoulders non-existent so the traffic came uncomfortably close at times. 99% of the drivers were careful but there is always one idiot and this one was towing a trailer with a saloon racing car on it and he got within 6 inches of Virginia on a sliding, dipping corner while doing around 70km. It gave her a good fright and she certainly quickened the pace to Gowan Valley Road where we turned left off the highway and headed 11km inland on sealed backroad bringing us to the T-junction linking us to the Braeburn track. It was 33 degrees and the heat was fiercely rising off the road so we were drinking electrolytes and water by the gallon. Rene and Denise had run dry of water in the support vehicle but had managed to catch up with a local named Chris who graciously opened his house for them to replenish in time for our arrival.

    Loaded up with cool water and electrolytes we bade farewell to Chris who commiserated with us having to climb over the saddle of the Braeburn track which he described as brutal. We managed to ride up around 2.3km of the 3km, 250m elevation, in the end it’s the loose metal that prevents you from getting traction that is your undoing. All though it was bloody steep and the temperature hit a high of 36 degrees as we crossed the summit. The downhill was a fun 8km and very steep in places, but the road was in good condition so we were able to ride down it averaging 27km per hour. Crossing over 4 concrete water fords at 20km per hour during the descent the cool mountain water was incredibly refreshing and welcome as it splashed up over our legs and lower bodies, providing temporary relief from the burning heat.

    When we turned left into Tutaki road the sign said 22km to Murchison (still gravel but largely flat or downhill), we travelled down Tutaki for 6km then right onto Mangles Road (sealed) for a 13km run down to the main highway. 5km before the highway we caught up with Rene and Denise one last time to replenish drinks and to consume the last of out snacks.

    Getting back on the bike I was a bit too casual (heat stroke we’ll call it) and lost balance while mounting it with the right leg still caught in the cleat (locks your shoe to the pedal) and I fell straight over with the bike on top of me. Tony and Virginia had already had a spill on day one so I was overdue. A couple of small grazes and an aching knee, but not enough to halt progress. The remaining 5km to the main highway and additional 5km down to Murchison took around 25-minutes. As we swung into the motel Rene and Denise had already put all our gear into the rooms and immediately relieved us of our bikes so we could head straight for the shower, a magical experience when you’ve been riding 96km over many hills in gruelling heat… what would we do without them.

    Afterwards we shot into town for dinner at River Café and quickly let owner Jude know about the ride and our cause, when our meals arrived at the table the servings were huge. After a day of riding the likes of which we had experienced, a large, mainly protein based (big rib eye steak perfectly cooked) meal is ideal. Jude is a local and was able to give Virginia and Denise some valuable information about tomorrows ride to Spring Junction, which helps hugely in our preparations and knowing where best to stop for breaks. She further showed her generous spirit by donating $50 cash to the cause. Home for a small Pinot Noir then into bed by 9.00am for another big day tomorrow.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 2 - Nelson to Tapawera (76km)

      22 February 2016
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    We slept soundly after our 11.5 hour first up day and decided not to get up too early electing to set off at 10.30am. This gave us time for a leisurely breakfast (fresh scones and bacon, sausage and eggs) and allowed me time to get day one blog completed while Tony and Virginia got all the gear back in the Amarok. Meantime Rene had our bikes all fine-tuned and ready to go and Denise had our water and electrolytes all chilled, these guys are something special, neat to have them.

    Riding out of Nelson is largely on designated cycle tracks so it was no surprise to see dozens of cyclists out riding to and from Nelson. What was surprising was to note the number of riders that would easily be in their 70’s getting along very nicely thank you. We took it slowly warming up and arrived in Wakefield 30km away around 1.00pm. Chicken wraps, a cup of tea and some ginger beer were consumed and we had a great chat with a couple of lovely local people who were mightily impressed and appreciative of what we were doing. They left to get onto our give a little site and make a donation.

    The next 30km of the journey was on white gravel road and included a circa 7km elevation to a height of 326 metres. It was totally comfortable by comparison to going over the Maungatapu Track saddle yesterday. After cresting the hill we enjoyed a prolonged downhill ride and did not stop to drink/fuel until we hit Dovedale School, the last 10km was all downhill on sealed road.

    Back on our bikes we arrived at a junction in the road where we had intended to turn off onto gravel based Sunday Creek Road. Meanwhile Tony had stopped to chat with a lovely local lady who suggested Sunday Creek Road was rather gruelling and that we should continue down the main road as traffic was not that heavy and although a couple of kilometres longer it would be quicker… no brainer for us. It was a great ride mostly flat and downhill.

    However 6km out of our destination we came upon a decidedly long and steepish hill, only blessing, it was sealed road. Heading down the other side we reached speeds of 60km before flattening out for a comfortable 3km finish to Tapawera. As usual Rene and Denise had checked us in and put all our luggage in the room and as soon as we pulled up they grabbed our bikes and left us to get on with freshening up. It was great to have a comfortable 76km day and arrive at our accommodation (camping ground chalets in heartland NZ, very relaxing) at the civilised time of 5.15pm. Tonight we’re headed for the local pub for a feed but not before a glass of Pinot Noir.

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  • Riding for Hospice Day 1 - Picton to Nelson (94km)

      22 February 2016
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    Our epic ride began seemingly smoothly for us three 60+ year old tigers with 51km of main road riding from Picton to Pelorus Bridge, which took just 3-hours 10 minutes plus breaks (good timing). It began with a long slow climb out of Picton with gorgeous bush/sounds scenery and we were greeted up close and personal by a Weka bird. The first 34km to Havelock was on a secondary sealed road and traffic was light so we felt quite safe. Havelock to Pelorus Bridge was on the main highway and we were frequently passed by huge truck and trailers and the wind rush was pretty strong. We had lunch at Pelorus Bridge and a local guy came up to us at the café and gave us $20 and wished us the best for a great cause, nice guy.

    We departed from there at 1.20pm and were predicting our remaining 45km to Nelson via the mountainous Maungatapu track (45km with a 7.5km long trail climb through a 750 metre elevation) would take about 4 hours… wrong!!! It was so rocky and steep we had to walk 50% of it up and walk 50% down the other side as the descent was too steep and rocky to stay on your bike (no heroes, we’re all about making Bluff together). It was brutal, however we all rode and pushed our bikes every step of the way and arrived in Nelson at 8.30pm. We asked instruction from a local who also gave us a donation. The word is getting out there, who knows we may have an entourage of support and welcoming committees by the time we get to the end. Rene and Denise (our support team) were at the driveway of the motel to grab our bikes and gear to prepare for the next day… brilliant having such amazing support. After a big steak (protein dinner) and one glass of Pinot Noir we got straight into bed to rest our weary bones.

    Tomorrow the 90km ride to Tapawera is more forgiving so good planning Virginia and Tony I say. They do all the planning and I do what I’m best at… getting the word out there and making all the fundraising approaches plus write the daily blog.

    Thanks again to all the people making those great donations, over $50,000 on Give a little page and $50,000 in ticket sales for the Prime Minister hosted dinner so we’re north of $100,000 and closing in on the halfway mark with only one days riding completed. Please keep spreading the word everyone and thanks a bunch from Jeff/Virginia/Tony, we love you all!!!!!!!

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