Mountain bike enthusiast Russell Baillie reviews the dangerous new tome from Lonely Planet.
I don't think I have ever read a more dangerous book. Inside its 300-plus pages are the makings of some very entertaining travel insurance claims ("My wife and I had decided that riding the 1500km from Lijiang to Chengdu would be just the thing. But on day three we appeared to have startled a yak ...").
Inside its pages is a catalogue of bank balance-melting, excess baggage charge-inducing, arse-chafing big rides accompanied by photography that is occasionally so breathtaking you feel like you've already done the first km. This is some high-class bike porn, this is. And inspiring and informative too. But mostly the former.
Yes, New Zealand does make the cut with the likes of the Alps 2 Ocean, Heaphy Track, Old Ghost Road and some other mostly multi-day mountain-bike recommendations. Perhaps the editors at Lonely Planet know something about riding on our roads that explains why they encourage fat-tyre rides in the wilderness? Hmm?
It's not a nuts and bolts guide book. It does point you at where to look for details on the big rides and offers more modest alternatives in the same region. It's clearly aimed more at the coffee table than the pannier, unless there's a carbon-fibre edition coming soon.