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.
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