I pull out my phone to check the time; it’s 2:38am!
My group has settled into the evening’s festivities and the ride I signed on for is kicking off in only 6 hours and 22 minutes. I’m due to meet at 9am at Bike Morzine, France, to start off the day’s adventure over to Switzerland. As the clock strikes 3am I climb into bed and begin to conjure up excuses why I can’t make it.
8am, my alarm goes off – far too early for my liking – and I stare at the ceiling taking stock of my state of being. Surprisingly, I feel fine. Chamois buttered, pack brimming with water, food, and camera gear, I roll down the street in search a hardy breakfast of pain au chocolate and espresso.
A few turns of allen keys, texts, and phone calls later, we are in the Super Morzine gondola. The crew of two-wheeled enthusiasts consists of myself, Jon Stout, Jamie Tilbury, Russ Paver, Guy Gibbs, and Dave Zee. It is basically a reunion of friends who used to do this sort of thing nearly every day in Queenstown, NZ during the off season.