Did you bring the eggs?

     I've been uttering the title of this blog for the past few days to Zac every time I smell the pungent sulfur waft through the air. I'm starting to get used to it, and it even makes me a little hungry for eggs. This place is Amazing!!! I'm so taken by this whole experience. Rotorua would be the place to move to, if indeed I were to move here. The day we got here it was raining and cold, but even through that, Rotorua has won me over. We rolled into Kiwi Bikes the next day to check out the scene at the sponsering shop and we greeted with a beer and Youtube vids of last year's NZ single speed champs. Then that afternoon we were taken on a "bro-ride" with the guys from BikeCulture (the shop 5 doors down from Kiwi). We got a taste of the local rides as well as some illegal trails that only they know about and cut themselves. Turns out that Culture is the shop owned by Mike, who is Rob's brother. Rob is friends with Andrew that we stayed with outside of Aukland. We somehow have found ourselves in the mix with there coolest people on earth. If we make it down to Christchurch we've already been hooked up with Andrew's friend Paul Turner.  And to make matters worse.....Yesterday at the Whaka 100, Zac was descending a particularly fast section and ran across a few guys yelling "North Carolina!!!! Yea Hail the Pisgah!!!" over and over. It makes an east coast rider weep with tears of happiness. So it seems that we've already made a name for ourselves here. After the awards the three of us headed back to the hotel that we're staying/working to get some sleep, when we hear the unmistakable sound of single speed antics coming from Kiwi Bikes. BTW, both Kiwi and Culture are across the street from where we lay our tired spunout legs. (sidenote, Rotorua is a small town. there are 7 bike shops here and the rest of the businesses here are bars, backpackers, or coffee shops....does it get better?) Investigation must occur. We are again greeted with afterhours beer. Which, by the way, is the best beer Rotorua has to offer. I don't mean to be a snob, but the beer here kind of sucks. It has good flavor but it's not "high gravity" Dad, you'd be right at home. Anyway, we stayed for a while and today we're going back to the shop and Jeff, the owner, is going to give us a small clinic on frame building.  He also is going to try and set us up a tour of the brewery of the best beer in NZ.

To quote John Travolta: They got the same shit over there as we got here, but its just the little differences. You know what they put on fries in Holland? Mayonaise! I seen 'em do it man, they fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.

The point here is that there is no censorship here. Zac and I watched "The Naked Office" the other day, and it was just that. Everyone uses the same language all the time....even children! It's Awesome! and wierd.