I hear a gravel bike calling....I have found my enjoyment in riding shifting to being content exploring dirt roads and firetrails, as opposed to blasting through trees and sending it.
I hear a gravel bike calling....I have found my enjoyment in riding shifting to being content exploring dirt roads and firetrails, as opposed to blasting through trees and sending it.
When I was in my teens I was supposed to do a road trip with friends but instead broke my leg and decided not to go, they continued in their quest but along the way they rolled a HQ Holden 6 times, 3 times front over back and 3 times sides ways, I can still remember seeing photo's of the car and the roof looked like a tent but all 3 occupants survived. The bloke in the back ended up with lacerations to his arm from a gettoblaster smashing into pieces and rolling around in the car when it overturned but other than that they were all well.I suppose I'm in a similar boat to others here. The older I get, the more responsibilities I have, and the more reality hits home that if something happens, it wouldn't just affect my life, but my families' too. I used to be into old VWs, but now I find myself even wondering whether its foolish owning any car without airbags and where the doors are made from 2 pieces of sheet metal and whether the cost of buying a newer car is just the price you pay for the chance you might survive a crash).
I don't ride nearly as much as I used to (probably something to do with working a physical job and having kids) but I have found my enjoyment in riding shifting to being content exploring dirt roads and firetrails, as opposed to blasting through trees and sending it.
The lifestyle I've chosen to live means I need to not be injured to provide for my family. I need to cut firewood to heat my home, be able to tend my veggie garden, and fish and hunt, and it also means I have much less time for hobbies that aren't related to directly providing for my family. I know there is risk in everything, and its not a conscious choice I've made not to ride jumps tracks or DH anymore, but there has definitely been a shift in my interests and consideration for my role as a fully functioning human in others' lives.
I said that the other week to myself as I was climbing back up to the trailhead, when I got to the top there were 3 kids and a Dad and I let them go before me, waited a while and took off, get to the first switch back in the trail and here's one of these kids holding his arm lying on the ground.Also NEVER say “last run”.
Saying “second last run” and having a snigger is fine but once those words “last run” come out of your mouth that’s it. Pack it up and roll down the fire trail back to the car.
Should have seen @Mattyp ’s face when I called last run at Eatons on the weekend.Also NEVER say “last run”.
Saying “second last run” and having a snigger is fine but once those words “last run” come out of your mouth that’s it. Pack it up and roll down the fire trail back to the car.
I was in a vehicle roll over in my teens with a mate. Nothing reckless about the driving (seems unusual I know for P platers)When I was in my teens I was supposed to do a road trip with friends but instead broke my leg and decided not to go, they continued in their quest but along the way they rolled a HQ Holden 6 times, 3 times front over back and 3 times sides ways, I can still remember seeing photo's of the car and the roof looked like a tent but all 3 occupants survived. The bloke in the back ended up with lacerations to his arm from a gettoblaster smashing into pieces and rolling around in the car when it overturned but other than that they were all well.
I said that the other week to myself as I was climbing back up to the trailhead, when I got to the top there were 3 kids and a Dad and I let them go before me, waited a while and took off, get to the first switch back in the trail and here's one of these kids holding his arm lying on the ground.
jokes on you lot. I've always been to scared to get far enough off the ground to hurt myself much. nice flowing trails in the trees is my space. now watch me run straight into one.As you age , different realisations come to you - i was never a big jumper - and now they terrify me
Every one of my big injuries has been with wheels on the ground, usually going a leisurely pace. Racing is my safe place.jokes on you lot. I've always been to scared to get far enough off the ground to hurt myself much. nice flowing trails in the trees is my space. now watch me run straight into one.
Absolutely. Ambos can run red lights.Last run calls are when you set the best times.
That's what I thought, but I had to stop to make sure the young kid wasn't seriously hurt.Last run calls are when you set the best times.
Rooty drop!!!!Ironically I took on the rooty drop that I used to pull the brakes up on!
Do you know the one I mean? It drops and you immediately turn right at the metal gate to ride uphill to MP39. It used to freak me out all the time! Dropper posts have changed everything though.Rooty drop!!!!
I love turning right onto that black trail at the bottom of pipeline and faking, that is well hectic in there.
You and me both. Standard joke in my house is how slow was I going when I came off.Every one of my big injuries has been with wheels on the ground, usually going a leisurely pace. Racing is my safe place.
All except one for me. Wheels on the ground and not particularly challenging trails / where I'd ridden heaps of times.You and me both. Standard joke in my house is how slow was I going when I came off.
Absolutely, when you are focused far less chance of things going pear shaped, when you are cruising and taking in the scenery sometimes it comes to meet you at an alarming rate.All except one for me. Wheels on the ground and not particularly challenging trails / where I'd ridden heaps of times.
Ease and familiarity does not equal safety it seems.