At present’s put up will probably be temporary, for I’m returning residence after a protracted journey.
“From whence?,” you might be questioning.
Effectively, since 2007 I’ve been drilling deeper and deeper into the so-called “bike tradition,” and this previous Wednesday I unwittingly hit some form of mainline that burst forth with irate mountain bikers, as you’ll see within the feedback part of the aforementioned put up.
These mountain bikers knowledgeable me that I don’t know something about mountain biking as a result of I dwell in New York, and since I’m at all times striving to enhance I resolved to teach myself instantly. So I hopped on a airplane, engaged a pair of guides, and earlier than I knew it I used to be right here:
Apparently, that is the birthplace of mountain biking:
I used to be confused, as a result of our bikes lacked the disc brakes and dropper posts and shock absorbers and electrical motors that everyone is aware of are conditions for mountain biking:
And but we had been on a mountain and we had been biking, go determine:
Extremely, not solely did I in some way handle to take pleasure in myself, however I’d even characterize the journey as transcendent–this regardless of the primitive tools and the mediocre views:
[Whatever.]
And my quest for information didn’t finish there! Afterwards, we visited an institute of upper studying:
Right here I contemplated historical motor-less bicycles:
And I paid my respects to this man, who’s universally acknowledged as the daddy of mountain biking:
Alas, the time of my return to New York is nigh, however relaxation assured I’ve acquired loads of studying materials to review on the airplane:
I’ll share extra as soon as I’ve returned and had ample time to unpack my steamer trunk.
