Did you know that New Zealand voted to be part of the original federation of English colonies that now make up Australia?? According to my Kiwi mate, Richard Gee, the New Zealand Premier of the day was delayed crossing the Tasman and didn't make the final vote in time. As they say, the rest is history.

On this Australia Day Weekend we are reminded of the many Kiwi's that we claim as Aussies, especially actors, singers and adventurers. With the passing of Sir Edmund Hillary recently, lots and lots has been written about the spirit of our New Zealand cousins and their remarkable achievement for such a small and isolated nation.

Reading my favourite newsletters in the past day or so, I was humbled to see Robert Ringer, one of the world's truly great motivational writers, acknowledge in his A Voice of Sanity newsletter reading The Maverick Spirit.

Here is the January 24th, 2008 issues of A Voice of Sanity:

"The recent death of New Zealand hero Sir Edmund Hillary was brought to my attention through an article in The Maverick Spirit. In 1953, Hillary and his climbing partner, Sherpa Tenzing Norgay, became the first men to conquer Mount Everest. News of his death immediately brought to mind another New Zealander whose feats still amaze me.

I am referring to my one-time neighbour John Britten, who was born with a serious learning disability that made reading extremely difficult. Not able to learn in conventional schools, Britten attended night school and eventually earned an engineering degree from Christchurch Polytechnic Institute of Technology.

His determination to earn a degree — and, more important, gain precious knowledge — was a sign of things to come.
 

Britten was a quiet, unassuming, totally focused individual. Some years before I met him, he began building, of all things, a futuristic motorcycle in his garage. His stated goal was to win the prestigious Battle of the Twins international cycle race in Daytona Beach, Florida.

His cutting-edge cycle involved over 6,000 parts, most of which Britten hand-made. With the notable exception of the engine, his extraordinary machine was constructed primarily of carbon fibre, a first for the motorcycle industry.

He had dedicated helpers who worked for free, mostly at night, while holding down full-time jobs during the day. Incredibly, the actual cost of Britten’s masterpiece was not more than a few hundred dollars, while many large corporate sponsors spent several million dollars on their entries.

Working while others slept was a Britten norm that was accepted by those who agreed to become involved in his projects. Toiling around the clock became his trademark. Anything short of a superhuman pace would have made it impossible for him to build his one-of-a-kind cycle from scratch in just under eleven months, barely finishing in time for the Battle of the Twins.

With just three weeks to go before the big race, Britten’s carbon-fibre cycle crashed while being tested. It was a cruel blow, a bad break that everyone agreed Britten didn’t deserve. The task of locating and correcting the problem, then repairing the bike, seemed insurmountable — but Britten and his crew again managed to overcome all obstacles, and arrived in Daytona just in time.

Then, during the qualifying run, disaster again struck. Just twelve hours before race time, a hairline crack in a cylinder sleeve — one of the few parts Britten had not built himself — threatened to end his bid for the unofficial world championship for twin-cylinder motorcycles. Britten’s reaction? After tireless but fruitless efforts to find the right spare part in the Daytona area, Britten, who had no previous experience in welding cylinder sleeves, repaired the broken part himself.

By race time, Britten had been awake forty-seven hours straight. But, as events unfolded, it looked as though the monumental effort by him and his team would finally pay off. Once again, however, like a scene out of a depressing movie, bad luck reared its ugly head. With Britten’s cycle leading the pack, rain forced an end to the race one lap from the finish, which meant the entire race had to be run over.

In the restarted race, Britten’s cycle again led the pack most of the way, until — you guessed it — yet another non-Britten-built part, a faulty rectifier, halted his bid for victory once and for all. John Britten had captured the admiration of the racing world, but had failed to come home with a trophy.

But when he returned to New Zealand, he didn’t waste time focusing on the bad breaks he had experienced in Daytona. Instead, he went right back to work, rebuilt his handcrafted motorcycle, and returned to Daytona the next year. This time, he finally won the Battle of the Twins championship, a Rocky Balboa finish if there ever was one.

The victory doesn’t end there. The first commercial version of the Britten motorcycle sold for a record $140,000. Not a bad return on the few hundred dollars he had spent on the design and construction of the original model.

The moral to this story is that most bad breaks, particularly those that do not involve life-changing injury, terminal illness, or death, are no match for human intervention. As Benjamin Disraeli once said, “Man is not the creature of circumstances, circumstances are the creature of man. We are free agents, and man is more powerful than matter.”

Intangibles such as focus, commitment, action, and determination, all of which John Britten displayed in abundance, have a way of rearranging the playing field, notwithstanding injustices harsh enough to bring most of us to our mental knees. John Britten proved that a determined, focused individual can overcome most of the bad breaks life puts in his path.

Ironically, though Britten was a master at overcoming adversity, shortly after winning the Daytona title — in the prime of his life at age forty-four and hard at work on a revolutionary new airplane — he was diagnosed with cancer. Mercifully, he passed on quickly, but it was a very sad ending for those of us who knew him.

It was a grim reminder for me that the typical injustices we encounter in our day-to-day lives are rarely of major importance. They could be more properly be categorized as the “daily cares of life.” These are the little irritants — bad breaks, as it were — that gave birth to Murphy’s Law, especially the part that states, “If anything can go wrong, it will — at the worst possible moment.”

It’s nice to know that these little irritants can be overcome by anyone who is intensely focused on a goal and determined to attain that goal at almost any cost. And that, in a nutshell, describes John Britten perfectly. He is one of the few people I can say I feel truly honoured to have known."

Thanks Robert for such an inspiring story. I think John Britten would qualify as a Maverick Spirit.