Gone on several rides since getting a 29er and have loved it, though I've always remained skiddish. Not quite comfortable enough yet to let it go I suppose and trying to navigate safely until I get the feel down.
The last ride, however, three days ago was different. Hopping kickers, whipping around switchbacks and generally reeking havoc. The best feeling in the world came from a straight towards the bottom, hitting a massive rock just right to get a few feet up, whip the tail out and pull it back in. All I could do in my excitement was to hold on as I landed while screaming "HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!"
That's the passion I have been seeking in this world.
The last ride, however, three days ago was different. Hopping kickers, whipping around switchbacks and generally reeking havoc. The best feeling in the world came from a straight towards the bottom, hitting a massive rock just right to get a few feet up, whip the tail out and pull it back in. All I could do in my excitement was to hold on as I landed while screaming "HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!"
That's the passion I have been seeking in this world.