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Here's the thing. You might be really good at biking. But that doesn't mean you're the best teacher for your own kid. It's not about the riding. It's about all the other stuff. The lectures, the little resentments, the baggage that's piled up over the years you've been developing your relationship. Your kid might not be able to hear you through all that noise. That's why you get a pro every now and then. It's not because the pro is better than you. Or because the pro knows what your kid needs. It's precisely because the pro doesn't: there's no background noise. Side perk is that absence makes the heart grow fonder, or something like that. Your kid will be stoked to show you what they've learned. Sometimes it's nice when it's not always you downloading onto your kid. Even if you do it better.

Or: prove me wrong and teach your kid yourself. Sometimes that works.

For the record: I coach my kids' sports. Team sports. I'm not a team-sports guy; never have been. They get a lot from me coaching their teams, I think because they have peers and can see in real time how other kids respond and learn, and that sets a standard of behaviour and engagement for them. But I don't push biking or swimming or skiing instruction much, if at all, because it's better that they have fun with me at those things. So they get lessons for those things, and they look forward to actually doing them with me. And I get to shut up for a change.

"I haven't even bothered to ask anybody else to go with me because I kind of want to sit there alone and bathe in the awesomeness." I did exactly this a couple weeks back. It's the best.

Sure, but then you get cocky, muck around with the brakes on your car, and get your offspring and innocent bystanders killed.

Lintkey: Just do shit that makes you stoked, don't mind what doesn't matter, and the rest will catch up. Riding make you stoked? Do that. Don't mind the graybeards. Some day, probably by accident, you'll notice things are better. Already happened once when you noticed you lost 20 pounds. The other stuff folks here are suggesting - diet, resistance training, gear - sure, that matters. Try all that. Decide whether you like it. That's the most important thing. If you can convince yourself that you like all that stuff, and how cheating old age and staying physically capable makes you feel, then you'll keep it up.

I had no idea that Metro Van paid for this. Proof that the mountain bike community has succeeded in making them a partner. That's a huge win. And the trail itself is fantastic. It's different than anything else on the shore, sure, but let's be real: we needed the variety. Crossing my fingers that Metro Van likes the result and gets motivated to contribute more.

I have a colleague who, when doing field work, goes for McD's breakfast every time over Tim's, A&W, or whatever's usually available in small towns. I found this strange until I asked him why. His response was that McD's is the only place with a real egg in their breakfast sandwich. All the others are some kind of pre-manufactured, microwaved, amorphous substance which may or may not be an egg. Now I'm the same.

I really like Part 2.

This guy?

Last time I saw him, his collarbone was broken; the injury probably spared me the otherwise obligatory nut-shot. My experience is one of general abuse. Haven't noticed a particular target yet. Your abuser-abusee relationship sounds more advanced.

Also, your friend's kid. That's him, all right.

Soquel demo forest. Otherwise there's not much reasonable downhill-ish riding that's legal.