It could probably only happen to Adam. Four days in the stunning Northern Territory and the opportunity comes up to cycle around Uluru.

So he’s waiting for his lift from Ayres Rock Resort at 6.30am, dreaming of the gleaming mountain bike, perhaps a 29er, waiting for him at Uluru. He’s even taken an AOC shirt with him. Nothing like promoting the brand to people 2,500 kms away from Yarraville.

The bus arrives, the excitement mounts. Nervous conversation on the 20 minute drive to the rock…it’s already 38 degrees…

Is it a 29er? Um…no. Not quite. A pink, girl’s coaster brake bike. With very bald tyres. It does have gears though, and two of the three kind of work.

However, the crushing disappointment soon gives way to elation as he takes in the sights and sounds of Uluru. If you haven’t been, go. It’s magical. And remember, it doesn’t matter what kind of bike you ride, everything is better on a bike!