I bought my first "mountain bike'' 25 years or so ago. That's in quote marks because a big, heavy Healing fat-tyred 10-speed has as much to do with today's sleek mountain bikes as a Penny Farthing.
However, it did me fine until I spotted a pearl white and lime green Scott Boulder in a bike shop in Auckland early in 1990.
All of my overtime for working as a TV director on the Commonwealth Games later and it was mine. It was the bike we first started riding at Muriwai and then Woodhill, north of Auckland, mainly asaway to give our two dogs a proper workout. I say "we'' because, yes, we shared. Really.
That lasted about five minutes. New bikes were bought (with vows that we'd never spend more than a $1000 on a bike. Famous last words), then a van to shift them around, a house in Rotorua to visit most weekends and finally amove here in 2000.
Through those years, almost all my riding - in New Zealand, Australia, the US and Europe - has been with Carolyn. I've always thought it'd be good to get more women into riding.