Tauranga Half Race Report
Summer had grown bored and Winter had taken over for the day. Motivation to escape Christchurch was high and the prospect of some Bay of Plenty sunshine was an attractive one. Good thing I was heading north to the Tauranga Half. Given I'd like to buy a house some day, I forwent the luxuries of a hire car, uber or taxi from the airport. I even employed the principal of marginal gains and chose not to take the bus. I elected to walk instead. After the five km trek to my accommodation and a brief excursion into town to find something to eat, it was time to wake Trev from his slumber. He made the journey unscathed, wrapped up in an Orucase frame protection kit, although his assembly was hindered by a small but essential aero bar fitting which had found its way into the depths of his stem. Unfortunately, my helmet was not so lucky. It had picked up a few dings on the temples in transit (likely due to how it had been packed). The structural integrity was most likely compromised (this...