Come on, Nate--what's the goods?
This thread is all-time.
Come on, Nate--what's the goods?
This thread is all-time.
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
Pushing yourself a little bit more on each and every ride in the early season, realizing you just killed it up that hill despite the 90 deg weather, absolutely bombing it on the way back down, nailing each and every turn almost like you were on autopilot, and then showing up fashionably late to your friends' BBQ with a big shit eating grin on your face.
"I knew in an instant that the three dollars I had spent on wine would not go to waste."
Walking up 3 flights of stairs to my office Monday morning after a Sunday ride that pushed my envelope (which many days, doesn't really take all that much!).
Try to keep two ideas in your head at the same time without blowing your brains out your ass.
Completely tweaking out about racing season and not being able to touch a DH track for 3 more weeks...
I'm so hardcore, I'm gnarcore.
Discovering your helmet straps, hair, and the sides of your face have crystalized salt all over them after a good ride.
Getting a parking ticket and speeding ticket yesterday, having an awful day at work (like today), but the sun is shining, its 70 degrees out, my bike is on the car and I'll be on the trail by 4:00 PM.
I'll be feeling great by 4:05.
Im not really sure what the spirit of this tread is but I rolled up on a bobcat about to slay a few turkeys last night, my first wildcat sighting.
I was pretty happy about that.
Hello darkness my old friend
Riding away from a super sketchy near death moment.
Riding with a guy that sold his motorcycle for a mountain bike and seeing the big old grin he's wearing. He said: "I like how you feel soo much more out of control".
Cleaning new things on Porcupine, and finding it easier and faster every time...yes!
Forum Cross Pollinator, gratuitously strident
connecting canal trails from the house for 22 miles of single/doubletrack with only 1 mile of road= still way better than road riding.
More fucked up than a cricket in a hubcap
riding the same trail with a different mentality
ie one day just trying to mach the shit out of it
then another, playing and popping around on little features, riding high up on berms, looking for flow in new lines, pumping terrain etc
going back years later and riding trails you built.
Getting a new bikes for Mrs. Concrete and I. I'm stoked to ride on something that isn't 10 years old and for her to have a bike that fits.
3-day weekend to check out trails with new wheels.
I recently went on my first real trail ride ever, having only ridden DH before, and as much as I love DH, trail rides are hella fun, the DH bike hasn't been ridden in almost a week.
Riding your favorite local trails alone once in a while!
Not worrying about people missing the turn.
Not stopping and waiting (or being the person sucking wind in the back).
Not feeling bad about interrupting the ladies' chat sessions during stops to start pedaling again.
Not telling the person you're passing that there are going to be 8 more people clogging their DH experience in a second.
Just twisty singletrack, you and your bike!
I love the weekly organized group rides! Other people push you harder, you can share some skills, someone else usually has a flask or beer. Both leading, and following, and once in a while sweeping, but sometimes...
The delectible taste of leftover pizza after a killer lunch ride with a coworker!
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
ripping a very familiar trail for the first time of the season when its totally fresh and flowing it exactly where you left off last fall
then consuming copious amounts of sweet potato fries, bbq, and new brews at the local smokehouse
Summer has begun!
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