I've said it every long weekend this year as we've rolled into the Waipa Mountain Bike Car Park, halfway through a ride: "I don't think I've ever seen it so full."
It certainly was packed on Sunday, in the middle of Queen's Birthday Weekend.
Of course, it is so much more civilised now, with proper toilets and hot showers replacing the ghastly port-a-loos. And Mountain Bike Rotorua's offices and cafe are a pleasant place to sit and enjoy a mid-ride caffeine, carbo or sugar hit.
Sometimes the best parts of a ride are when you aren't riding. It's those moments at the top of a climb when you stop to catch your breath or admire the view. Or at the end of a long descent when the adrenalin is banging around your body, your eyes are the size of saucers and your arms and quads are screaming.
Or when you come across old friends in the forest or at Waipa and stop to catch up. It's all part of being a community. Get home and check the GPS three hours on the trails, 2 hours of actual riding. Those kind of days.