Bike riding is inherently dangerous, duh. whomever it is that writes this crap on warning labels should be given a Pulitzer. Take your pick: road or dirt, serious bodily harm is a mere twitch away. Either on a 40 mph descent down a twisty road or hammering your favorite rocky singletrack descent. Sometimes there are factors out of our control that have a say in our untimely meeting with danger. Othertimes its our own decision making process (or lack there of) that puts us right in the path of doom. While participating in both disciplines of our two wheeled world, I have had my fare share of almost seeing the light. My preference is for the world of singletrack, rocks, roots and sand. Letting gravity have a fare shake in my method of travel. Leaving the ground as frequently as possible, letting my tires skip down through the trough. I swear Fred Astaire's shoes have made more contact with the ground than my tires have on some descents of recent memory. While this and other dangerous activities that many of us participate in would make a mere mortal shake in fear of getting punched out of this world, many of us giggle with delight. That's right, giggle, also included is: hoot, hollar, whoop and scream with a smile. There are consequences lurking in our shadows, but they don't obstruct our vision, if anything, they help us focus. Get out there throw the preverbial caution to the wind, floor it. Enjoy every second, don't forget to laugh after doing a nose wheelie around that exposed corner or narrowly missing some road kill while nuking down the local pass, breaking the speed of sound. Push the limits of sanity and saftey whenever possible, brag about it with your friends, but most of all don't forget to giggle![]()
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