What was the ride, race, moment or whatever that you first realised mountain biking was the sport for you? A defining moment when you came to the realisation the rest of your life would be spent on the acquisition and expenditure of funds on bikes that make those who just don't get it say "What!? You could buy a car for that!"
For me it was a run down a sweet singletrack descent on the outskirts of Cairns with a couple of friends on my first real bike, a rigid Avanti, going faster than I had ever imagined was possible on the dirt and scaring the crap out of myself in the process. I got off the bike at the end of the run, shaking from exertion and adrenaline and let out an almighty whoop, thinking to myself "What the fark was that! That was farkin incredible" I was hooked from that day on and still get that same feeling from time to time after an extra quick run, big jump or epic ride. Share your tales...
For me it was a run down a sweet singletrack descent on the outskirts of Cairns with a couple of friends on my first real bike, a rigid Avanti, going faster than I had ever imagined was possible on the dirt and scaring the crap out of myself in the process. I got off the bike at the end of the run, shaking from exertion and adrenaline and let out an almighty whoop, thinking to myself "What the fark was that! That was farkin incredible" I was hooked from that day on and still get that same feeling from time to time after an extra quick run, big jump or epic ride. Share your tales...