In a moment of weakness at the request of "friends" (I use the term loosely) I have entered another mountainbike race.
Riding 50 kilometres on a lumpy inner-harbour island sounds bad enough but you also cross a causeway onto a volcano for a chance to lose all you skin crashing on the razor-sharp scoria.
The perfect pairing for this epic is of course a 36 pound singlespeed piloted by a skinny, unfit guy with a stuffed ankle.
Sounds like fun, I can't wait. I have two months to get fit enough.
I'm getting confused just looking at that course layout