Legend of the Redwoods Reaper

For the past four decades, the Whakarewarewa Forest has been home to the oldest mountain bike networks in the country. The trails are renowned for their master-crafted design, unbeatable riding surfaces, well-draining volcanic soils, varying topography, and breathtaking scenery. It is no wonder that the Redwoods Reaper, a mysterious figure who is said to haunt the forest, has chosen this location as Its home.

The Redwoods Reaper is a legendary figure whose reputation has grown over the years due to hundreds of KM's of continually evolving trails been built. The work is a mystery to many, and some have even accused the Reaper of deception. Some believe it is simply for the enjoyment of others who share the passion for riding.

Reports of the Reaper's existence date back to the early '90s, a time when mountain biking was experiencing a second wave boom. Eyewitnesses have claimed to have seen a strange figure in the forest, but when they approached, he would vanish into thin air. It was said that every time he appeared, he would be in an area where the dirt had been freshly tuned and the lines sculpted into the earth for riders to enjoy.

Over the years, myths and legends have emerged surrounding the Redwoods Reaper, adding to the mystery of his existence. It is believed by some that he is a guardian figure that crosses over from the sea to the sky, with local legends and fables further fueling the speculation.

Despite the numerous sightings of the Reaper, his true identity remains unknown. Some believe that he is not one person, but many who have worn the cloak of secrecy that surrounds them.

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel something in the energy around you? That is how I felt one misty day in Rotorua when I came face to face with the Reaper. I stood still with my thoughts racing, feeling frozen in time as the Reaper approached me slowly.

"Yoooo homie, are those Badd Goggles?" the Reaper asked.

I had a sample set we were testing, and I handed them to the Reaper. I asked him if he built the trails, but he didn't reply. To avoid asking for the goggles back, I simply said;

"STAY-BADD Redwoods Reaper, the goggles are yours." 

And just like that, with a cold mist in the air, the Reaper was gone, leaving me with only these photos as evidence of our encounter.

This story is dedicated to the riders and community leaders who have stepped up, built, and maintained the trails across the sacred forest for everyone to enjoy.