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It's unbelievable how little it took for me to decide that I had to get into this sport. My brother and his friends had been riding for a year or 2, and I came along with them for a ride a few months ago. At the time, I was on my 5 (or 6 or 7...) year old Nakamura Profile, a completely rigid bike from Sport Chek. I went out on the trails, practically died on every climb, struggled to keep any of the other riders in sight ahead of me, was always completely last, and by the end of the ride, I was so tired I could hardly pedal anymore. I was just glad to be back at the car so I could go home and have supper. But there was one thing that I knew from this ride - I had to get a new bike. I don't know what it was, but I instantly knew that this sport was for me. By the next weekend, I was riding my brand new Giant Iguana on the same trail, and all the sudden the fast downhills were so much smoother, and the bike just felt a lot more solid. I still didn't make it up all the climbs, but I was very happy with my new bike.
Fast forward two months - I've hit the trails every weekend without exception, and I'm really feeling myself getting stronger on the uphills and more confident on the downhills. I've still got a lot to learn, but now I go with some of my friends, and I find that I'm the one who's staying ahead and making it up most of the climbs. Last weekend, I took a friend for his first trail ride, and he ended up with almost the same experience I did. In the first 15 minutes of the ride, he was over the handlebars 3 times. He finished with a wobbly front rim from riding too fast over logs with his cheap bike, and he was walking up a bunch of the hills But now he's bike shopping, and I think he'll be on a new bike in the next couple weeks...
I'm just amazed how addicting the speed, challenges, and sense of adventure that mountain biking has to offer really is. And every time I ride, the next week just seems that much longer as I'm even more anxious for next weekend to roll around so I can go out and rip up the trails again!
Fast forward two months - I've hit the trails every weekend without exception, and I'm really feeling myself getting stronger on the uphills and more confident on the downhills. I've still got a lot to learn, but now I go with some of my friends, and I find that I'm the one who's staying ahead and making it up most of the climbs. Last weekend, I took a friend for his first trail ride, and he ended up with almost the same experience I did. In the first 15 minutes of the ride, he was over the handlebars 3 times. He finished with a wobbly front rim from riding too fast over logs with his cheap bike, and he was walking up a bunch of the hills But now he's bike shopping, and I think he'll be on a new bike in the next couple weeks...
I'm just amazed how addicting the speed, challenges, and sense of adventure that mountain biking has to offer really is. And every time I ride, the next week just seems that much longer as I'm even more anxious for next weekend to roll around so I can go out and rip up the trails again!