The year before last I went up to Alice Springs for work. I arrived as a pure Road/Track cyclist and was soon racing and training with the Alice crowd who told me that I’d be riding mountain bikes before I left. I was initially sceptical. However, anyone who as ever been to Alice Springs would agree, the scenery is amazing and strangely beautiful. To not get amongst it, would be to miss a great part of it. Besides that, all the local bike riders rode mountain bikes and were adamant that the trails there were the best in Australia. They were sure I’d love it – I was addicted to peddling, so it was only a matter of time that my habit would develop into the harder form, so to speak. They were right. I was soon riding out of the bike shop on knobbly tires and off on what was the start of another great cycling passion. I got hooked.
