Sorry for the long post
(I think I had a bike when I lived in Edmonton but not sure what it was..I wasn't into cycling but certainly remember cycling to work in the early parts of winter.)
I think it was 2004...We were living in Auckland & I had a trip planned to visit family back in Canada & knew I wouldn't have a job when i returned. Anywho, ventured back & upon return to NZ, I suggested to Ian, I'd like to buy a bike. We were both overweight & oddly enough the gym that we were members at moved & I wanted something else. So, we bought cheap bikes as we had no idea if we'd enjoy it or love it. We started cycling to work & thought we'd die when we had to cycle 10km. Ended up discovering Woodhill in Auckland (fairly new then) & of course Rotovegas, sparking our love affair with dirt..
Crap bikes were stolen(someone did us a huge favour!!!) & ended up with new bikes that were too big (we didn't have a clue at the time..). We were transferred to Perth a year later. We are heavily involved in the mtn bike community & have a good crew of friends who do dirt as well.
We've gone from couch slobs to riders active in mtb club races, enduros, 6hr & 12hr events.
Road doesn't do it for us-great training tool for dirt though!
I've attached an old photo from 2002(prior to cycling & getting my thyroid under control) & one from our quick visit to NZ last christmas. Ian often opens old photos such as the first one i've posted to stop me from whining about my weight.



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, sparking our love affair with dirt..
I know) I began running. Or jogging, really. And I loved it! So much in fact that I contracted the inevitable runner's knee. It came and went repeatedly, and I began looking for alternative workouts, and cycling was the most obvious, fulfilling my criteria of possible to do outdoors and good endurance training. It took me quite some time though, as I truly did hate cycling. But I'd tried triathlon and loved it, despite the horrid cycling leg, and I decided to buy a new bike. I was going to buy an MTB, but then out of the blue my cousin told me that he had a friend who imported road bikes and that he could get one cheap for me. Nine months and a lot of oatmeal later I was the proud owner of a bright red Italian carbon road bike and I have never looked back. This was in 2005, I've sorted out my runner's knee by now, done two half ironmen and are about to really take the plunge - I want to let the little sprinter in me come out and get to those mass sprints!
I suffered terrible bike envy (as much as I loved mine) looking at all the beautiful new machinery. But I would convince myself there was no point buying a new one if I only used it for three months of the year to train and ride in the little tri.


