That’s funny,
I often recall my first trip from Eastern Canada, to the hallowed trails of the shore. I landed feeling pretty confident in my riding skills, being a fairly experienced DH rider/racer, and a bike shop Mech for years.
I remember that first climb up Fromme, in all my colourful DH pj’s, slogging it out on my Giant team DH, my red Bell helmet clanging off the upper stanchion of my cherry red Boxxxer. I remember vividly standing on the top of that monster drop that was so etched in my brain from endless replays of FroRiders getting right loose.
I also remember my toes being nearly run over by a couple of what had to be 13yr olds, on clapped out hardtails, as they disappeared into the mist of what I could only assume was the transition at the bottom. I had expected to hear the most thunderous crash possible,……but…….nothing more than some tire buzz, and whooping and hollering of successful landings.
I quickly realized that I was very far from the rock strewn grippy dirt of home, and was about to unsuccessfully drop into some of the gnarliest terrain I’d ever ridden.
Eye opening is an understatement
March 16, 2022, 7:50 a.m. - Onawalk
That’s funny, I often recall my first trip from Eastern Canada, to the hallowed trails of the shore. I landed feeling pretty confident in my riding skills, being a fairly experienced DH rider/racer, and a bike shop Mech for years. I remember that first climb up Fromme, in all my colourful DH pj’s, slogging it out on my Giant team DH, my red Bell helmet clanging off the upper stanchion of my cherry red Boxxxer. I remember vividly standing on the top of that monster drop that was so etched in my brain from endless replays of FroRiders getting right loose. I also remember my toes being nearly run over by a couple of what had to be 13yr olds, on clapped out hardtails, as they disappeared into the mist of what I could only assume was the transition at the bottom. I had expected to hear the most thunderous crash possible,……but…….nothing more than some tire buzz, and whooping and hollering of successful landings. I quickly realized that I was very far from the rock strewn grippy dirt of home, and was about to unsuccessfully drop into some of the gnarliest terrain I’d ever ridden. Eye opening is an understatement