Author Archives: "Bike"
I’ve chatted with strangers on climbs and met lifelong friends at the dirt jumps…. I can’t see much excuse to ignore fellow riders. Simple trail etiquette, like yelling out “there are three more”, “on your left”, or “have a good ride” is all that’s needed to connect with people, and more importantly, to not be a dick.
Mountain biking may not be a recognized religion, it has never predicted the end of the world, or as far as I know, been endorsed by Tom Cruise and if there was a single unified mountain bike god, I am fairly certain he wouldn’t kill kittens when you touch yoursel
My local bike shop is the kind of place where everyone knows your name, or some variation of it. They hassle you and high-five you. They give you hugs and lectures about not taking better care of your ride. They are family.
Gore’s Countdown 2.0 GT is a performance waterproof jacket that’s stripped down of any bells and whistles to keep price in check.
I’ve been off the bike more times than I want to remember and for more reasons than I care to admit. Winters, hurricanes, a couple of douchebag discs
in my back and a general propensity for laziness have all taken their toll on my riding. Throw in the occasional injury and pregnancy, and I’ve been benched enough times to know that getting back on the bike is never quick. Or easy. Or painless.
It is this—the electric crowd so caught up in the glory and the spectacle of
racing, their excitement and enthusiasm so palpable that it makes the hair on your scalp tingle, this roiling party of the sport’s faithful—this is what cements Fort William into legend.
For most of us, our passion for riding started when we were simply kids playing on bikes. then we turned into ‘cyclists’ and began sorting ourselves into razor-thin niches. With divisions based upon minutia like wheel size or the irony of one’s throat beard, it’s easy to get sucked down the rabbit hole of a particular riding style. that is, until stepping foot into Valmont Bike Park.
Air Terror is not 100-percent curable in every patient and manifests itself in many different ways. In mild cases, it acts as a governor, limiting the amount of space between a rider’s wheels and the ground. In extreme cases, it has been known to send the victim into rabid fits of self loathing, in which they disparage all forms of fun.