Was cruizing around Emmaus yesterday with Stavros and came across 2 new guys sporting some brand new Walmart bikes complete with stupid narrow straight handle bars with climbing grips. Regardless of their equipment they were making their way around, a little beaten down by the heat and the climbs but generally discovering a new sport. We talked for a bit and went on our ways.
Down in the parking lot we met up again and I got the chance to see their faces after they blasted out of the park on that super sweet single track exit trail. Ear to ear smiles and a childlike expression that just screams "wow that was good - lets do that again".
It quickly brought me back to how I felt the first time I blasted out of a park on some ribbon of dirt and how it still makes me feel today. I guess that's what feeds the addiction.
Anyone have some good stories about how they got into the sport and the trail they rode for the first time? Everyone remembers their first, dont' they?
mtv