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Three passes, one bonk, and a sunrise worth all of it

A two day crossing of the high country with too much camera gear and not enough food. Written on the ferry home with salt still on the top tube.

No plan, no company, just the coast road and the last of the light.

A cold, fast one-day race through the back roads. The break went early and never came back.

Race of truth. Everyone against the clock, everyone hurting alone.

Two days shooting fuelling and recovery at a training camp.

A wheel launch built around lines and architecture as much as bikes.