Category: READ

  • Curse Of The Turbine

    Curse Of The Turbine

    The cranks rotated, the once steady turn of the pedals was now a thing of the past. “The easy miles are long behind you now mate”. The thought was expressed as the grunt through gritted teeth, a dry throat wouldn’t allow for speech. Words were an unnecessary luxury at this point, and there was no-one…

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  • Hüttsberg

    Hüttsberg

      Words: Stuart John Fox, after Allen Ginsberg Illustration: Patrick McDonald Hüttcross I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. Hüttcross fifteen dollars and twenty six cents June 12, 2016. I can’t hold my own line. Hüttcross when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your stream crossings I don’t feel good…

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  • Dig This: The Warlord Battle Axe

    Dig This: The Warlord Battle Axe

    What do you get when you cross a big screen weapons maker, a mountain biker, a chopper pilot and an ex bass playing rock legend ? A party in your pants that’s what. You also get Andrew Durno. And what do you get when you cross Andrew Durno who is too busy/lazy/sensible to dig trails,…

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  • Kaimanawa Dreaming

    Kaimanawa Dreaming

    Bundled up inside our frantically friendly fuzzy ragdoll-esque trailbuilder’s buxom Hilux, we bounded onwards into the central North Island night, lulled by the raucous and jarring sounds that are the preferred listenings of the independent gravelsmith. A full complement of beer and bicycles, brandished in his blunderbuss of a boot, told of the degenerative activities…

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  • Read: Girl In A Band

    Read: Girl In A Band

    Words: Fiona Byrne It must be difficult to reflect on places and events in your life that you know are beloved by thousands who may even define their own lives through them. To honour each moment in a way that maintains the fantasies, or to recount those times through an experience-weary lens that knows how…

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  • Gorging Yourself Part 1

    Gorging Yourself Part 1

    In a shit three-part series, Beng Kidney examines the subtle nuances of a trio of rude boys visiting Wairoa Gorge. I’d started to forget the association between mountain biking and fun when Lindup whispered to me with his wet mouth while stroking his exposed and furry paunch that he was going to an open day at…

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  • Punk Tracks For Your Commute

    Punk Tracks For Your Commute

    Let’s face it, recreational cycling is about as Punk™ as fairy bread. It’s essential to lather yourself in ample irony and self-awareness when an apparently irrevocable component of most cycling disciplines is attire that wouldn’t be out of place in a 70’s science-fiction TV series but then, sports are inherently absurd. There is an exception…

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  • Getting Across

    Getting Across

    Punctuating grey, sinuous city streets, the intersection is a great equalizer for cyclists. While a rude inconvenience to those wielding automobiles, to the pedal powered a red light can be a small consolation for the multitude of fuming exhausts, close passes and errant doors. It should come as little surprise that navigating the city streets…

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