Flows with the bros
go go go
The climb takes about twenty minutes. Switching back and forth countless times, the trail snakes on for a kilometer and a half. Once at the top, you’ve gained three hundred meters of kinetic energy. That’s when things get spicy.
Mountain biking is a gravity sport. Flying freely, flowing along the trails, few things feel so free. Few activities bring such a thrill.
Mountain biking is a gravity sport. There are a myriad of ways of overcoming gravity. Some places have shuttles. Others have lifts. Here, you earn the joy of flight through effort.
Riding mountain bikes reminds me of yesterday’s post. These words by Mihaly Csikszentmihaly, are so true that I’m going to quote them again:
Each of us is born with two contradictory sets of instructions. A conservative tendency, made up of instincts for self preservation, self aggrandizement and saving energy, and an expansive tendency, made up of instincts for exploring, for enjoying novelty and risk.
Riding uphill, I’m riding…