At the end of a long drive, down a quiet, gravel road a fair way from anywhere, sits the Johnston farmstead. It’s a modest family home, on a quintessential Waikato farm, where dairy cows outnumber the Johnston clan 500 to one. On the doorstep sits a mismatched array of jandals and gumboots, with the occasional motocross boot for good measure. At first glance, there’s no sign of a mountain biker living here: there isn’t even a lonely SPD shoe sitting out of place.
This is a story about dedication, hard work, modesty, staying grounded, and how a farm boy came to be one of our next big hopefuls. In order to make sense of the present, we need to first understand the past.
For Guy Johnston, the journey started some…
