If these hills had ears....

As if we needed another reason to ask the question (what were we thinking?) We went for a long ride today. We've estimated total distance to be 60Km. It was one of those rides where before the halfway point, you ask yourself: is this really a good idea. At that halfway point we were talking about bringing Hannah and Sonny some coffee since we fisished it off that morning. It was then that it was realized that neither of us had any money with us and I was carring more camera and tools than food. The energy and power I had in my system was the best french toast that has ever been prepared ever. Ask any grandmother, or even french people and they will agree that whatever slop they make doesn't hold a candle. Man it was really good! Even as I sit here now thinking about it, I have to close my eyes for a minute and recount the joy that was happening on the trusty taste buds.  Then, nearing the point of utter fatigue, my mind was forced to leave the memories of breakfast majesty and settled on the pain and suffering that was going to consume me for the remainder of the ride. There are certain things that run through my mind at a time like that. One of them was jumping a fence, nabbing an unsuspecting sheep, shearing it with the multi-tool in my jersey pocket, and making a sweater with it to help stave off the brutal wind. Another thought was finding something to chew on, maybe an egg from a passing bird, or some leaves. Then we found ourselves sitting on a bench in a small gravesite (after I killed Zac's cows, of course). There were graves there from 1912 and 1886! Somehow after all of the delirium and foul language, we made it back to base. Pizza was calling to us. A much deserved local brew and some ice cream, and now its time for sleep.  Long story longer: If these hills had ears, they would have heard the most foul language known to man. Things that no one has ever heard, things that we made up as we went along, were uttered. Those monster hills also felt our strongest sweat, and our fastest tires. So, here's to you hills, you threw your best at us, and gave our best to you. There is a new mutual respect to be had on this Island of Waiheke. Below are the delicious beers post-ride, as well as the map of the ride we took today.

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