...is just plain fun. I guess I
am just a little boy at heart.
I can always rely on a bike to make me feel like I don't have a care in the world. The narrow-minded focus of the front tire on the trail is meditative; grooving and carving the 69er around swervy singletrack at high speeds dispels any other thought from my head; the excitement of finding yourself airborn before even realizing you popped off a rock only to necessarily carve into a switchback before you blow right through it and go over the bars into the shrubbery; laughing out loud at the insanity of how fast you're riding and how fast you're riding alone. Good stuff.
I can always rely on a bike to make me feel like I don't have a care in the world. The narrow-minded focus of the front tire on the trail is meditative; grooving and carving the 69er around swervy singletrack at high speeds dispels any other thought from my head; the excitement of finding yourself airborn before even realizing you popped off a rock only to necessarily carve into a switchback before you blow right through it and go over the bars into the shrubbery; laughing out loud at the insanity of how fast you're riding and how fast you're riding alone. Good stuff.
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