I remember riding my bike around the neighborhood back in the days, my first Djs, desperately trying to fly.
Fighting Gravity - losing. Getting up again. Winning sometimes.
Then, a XC-bike. After some years of skateboarding, untruthful to myself.
Re-descovering the secret of flow. Flying down singletrails….then, an upgrade. Front suspension.
Riding the unrideable…or so I thought.
Kranked One blew me away - finally the stuff I was looking for.
Ride and Feel free.
The Shore - its gnarly and its nasty. Real riding. What had I done the years before. Scared to death I rode local trails around my neck of the woods that I had considered unrideable for years, or so I thought…
The terrain of the Shore trails was similar to my favorite singletrails, just shorter…damn.
Went to BC three times without riding. Biggest mistake ever.
The entry level full-suss had me grinning a couple of years. Then crash and burn. Upgrading again. A Nicolai with a JrTee.
Sold it…dreamt of a "real" bike built for abuse and fun (what most people consider suicide)…My mom was quite ill, did not have the chance of going out and steam off my fear of her dying, my fear of losing control…but she survived, even if she is weak and won't be out of danger for the rest of her life…sometimes you never know what you can take until you 've been through…
Haven't ridden for a fucking long time and eagerly wait for the bank account to be ready to cough up the cash…
For some, the road to enlightenment is a looong walk, for me, a gnarly singletrail.
Live 2 ride. Sometimes it may take a couple of months of not riding to appreciate the wonder of simple pleasures, of flying, dropping and permanently challenging the own limitations - be it fear or whatever.
Thanx to everyone on this BB for being around during the hardest time of my life - so far. Cause, you never know…
"You don't learn from experience. You learn from reflecting on the experience."
- Kristen Ulmer