The First time I ever Rode a Mt Bike... I... (your story goes here)
I was amazed what a great feeling I had...:):):)
...felt free, wind blowing on my hair, birds flying aroun....
WAIT... :eekster: who am I kidding, I was screaming in pain from the seat, and trying to find air to live...LOL
Funny how quick one learns to breath once you know your also lost!:eekster:
The first time I rode a mountain bike, I was commuting to work at "Drug Mart" on a borrowed Schwinn High Sierra, circa 1984.
The bike gave me the ability to ride through several fields with steepish hills that I'd never been able to ride before.
Almost 30 years later, I'm still hooked. Bikes are better though LOL!
I tried a good size jump and even though
I made it I was scared to death. Didn't try
The first time I rode a mountain bike, I was test riding it in the street after Dad put it together. It was like a BMX, but with bigger wheels, handlebar brakes, and gears that I didn't know how to use at 13yrs old.
Once comfortable on it, I went straight to the jump I used to take my BMX over - but decided against it as this bike was just a little too big for me. So I then went to a well-known gravelly section of The Bicentennial National Trail which was behind our house to do the only other thing I knew how to do well on a bicycle at that point in life: skids.
The tyres were worn out within a week.
The 1st time I rode a mountain bike I was pathetically out of shape. I was a pack a day smoker, and I was very happy to be able to ride up one big hill a year later. That was 1992. I didn't entirely get being healthy till 1995 or so. Good thing for my long term health that this stupid sport hooked me so bad.
1st real MTB trail I rode had so many roots all I could think was this sucks.
Yet I kept going back to what is now my favorite trail to ride.
My first time was in 1998 or 1999, can't remember. Rode my brand new silver colored Diamondback HT 26er through a local park that had mostly level, short trails running along behind it. I was hooked. I was a BMX rider in my youth so I was already familiar with riding offroad.
Now, the first time I took that "mountain bike" to a mountain for climbing, I suffered badly. That was on a 3 mile climb with about 500' per mile of elevation gain. That was tough. I made it almost half way up after numerous stops, all the while huffing and puffing, seeing stars, dehydrated, and with cramping muscles before I threw in the towel and headed back down.
But I knew I was hooked. I wanted so badly to get to the top of the hill. It took a total of 3 attempts, but I finally made it. And before long, I was making to the top non-stop.
About one year later, I upgraded to a Spesh Rockhopper Pro. HUGE improvement! I was climbing faster than ever and the ride down was much more smooth. I had my first bad crash on that bike, too. Road rash from head to toe and a dislocated thumb. :mad:
Sorry for rambling...:)
My first MTB ride I puked my brains out after a steady climb.
My first mtn bike ride was as a lad, on a Schwinn Stingray, bendix hub coaster brake, running 32 18 or 32-19 on 20" wheels. We rode everything... horse trails, single track, made jumps out of gullys, raced each other before there was even BMX, and raced oval around islands at abandoned gas stations with polished concrete and used motor oil on the corner. What we couldn't pedal up, we walked up. We had stair cases of orchards with avocado groves/orchards growing on them. I remember Steve McQueen coming up on his Husqvarna to ride up there, while we were 10 to 13 year old kids on our bicycles. A Honda CT Trail 70 or a Yamaha Mini Enduro 60 were what the rich kids were riding back then. The really rich older kids were riding Bultaco Sherpa S 125's, a few with Yamaha's 125's or 250 with GYT kits on them for more HP.
It was all fun.
it was on a late eighties fully rigid univega alpina uno, complete with thumbshifters, a SIX speed transmission and aftermarket farmer john's tires that my friend slapped on it. the ride itself was a mixture of exhilaration and "HELL no, i'm not doing THAT!!!".
this was in san francisco's golden gate park, the first place a would take an absolute newbie mountain biking.
how things have changed in those twenty-plus years...
Over the handlebars three times in five minutes. That learned me.
RandyBoy, your story sounds just like mine. Only I
had a Huffy Stingray because only the rich kids had
a Schwinn. Those were good times.
Originally Posted by John Kuhl
My first bike I built myself... a Schwinn Stingray frame, cranks, chain, and seat post that I bought from the owner for $10. Owner, was a girl, she got it back after a bike theft leaving it parked at the elementary school over a weekend locked up. I had to buy a fork, a neck, bars, grips and some wheels with my allowance... Around winter of 1968. We rode without gloves, helmets, patch kits or bike pumps. The one tool always in my pocket was an adjustable crescent wrench.
I rode on the local snowmobile trail in the summer, because my husband thought it would be fun. It seemed so rough and rocky, and I had to get off and push up some steep hills (that now seem like small inclines). I saw the Singletrack trail entrances and thought to myself "I'll never do that".
Never say never.
I think my first mtn bike ride consisted more of pushing the bike up the "steep hills" which now aren't so steep,and wearing the brakes out on the downhills on an old roadmaster.
I was a road cyclist. I had never ridden off road. until I accepted to go on a first date with a mountain biker. He lent me a hard tail and for our first date he and I explored his local trails. I was doing ok until I rode a "steep" section. My weight was not far enough back over the saddle and I flipped over the handlebars, landing hard on my hip. I covered up my embarassment by laughing, brushed myself off and got back on the bike. Plus I enjoyed this guy's company and I didn't want to be a baby.
We continued to ride, check out the rolling hills and gorgeous scenery, Later, when I got home I inspected my injured hip... I had a bruise the size of my hand. Over the next several days I watched that bruise change shapes and colours. and I vowed I would learn to ride
5 years later. I upgraded bikes and equipment, learned to ride more technical, learned to dh (got hooked joined the dark side), visited many beautiful and diverse trails, broken some bones, bruised and scrapped skin... and married the guy who introduced me to mountain biking :):thumbsup:
1988, had my first job out of college and saved up for a Diamond Back Ascent I bought from one of my customers(worked with bike shops in NJ). Rode the trails behind my apartment after work every day. Got into phenomenal shape. Then started riding cliff side technical trails in PA with friends. I always had great balance from my 15+ years of sailing and wind surfing so I kinda schooled my friends on those tech trails.
"Hey man can i try your new bike?"
3 hours later i was digging it.
First ride was a solo excursion to the mountain bike trails at a local state park ("Really? They have trails just for mountain bikes??)
I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I didn't even bring a helmet. Took me over an hour to ride a section that takes me 20 minutes to ride now. But I had a great time, and came back (with a helmet) the next weekend.
This sport has put me in the best shape of my life - not that I'm an Ironman, but waaay better than before.
...I had the saddle slammed to the top tube because I was in the 8th grade and my parents got me a 22" 1987 Diamondback Ascent EX. They didn't want me to outgrow it, and I actually never grew into it. I don't think I ever had more than 4 to 5 inches of seatpost exposed.
Had a department store Murray in Fort Sill back in 94 or so. Won't count that as it just had a few rides mainly on paved frontage roads or park paths.
Forward to 1996 I found myself stationed in Bosnia and upon my return to Baumholder i visited the AAFES (PX) sports store and found a completely rigid Scott Racing Comp priced at 999 and they sold it to me for 620 to get rid of it because no one was interested in buying bikes that expensive.
1st memory is riding on the dirt and gravel paths of Smith Kasserne through the wildflowers. 2d memory is riding with the Frieson cycling club to St Wendel to watch Frishie and Pezzo mtb in the Grundig world Cup stop. Took a good spill in a creek bed that ride. But was hooked. 3d memory--installed a RS Quadra fork in the front and proceeded to break my arm pulling wheelies (or attempting to do so) in fron t of the Lagerhorf Inn right before my 2d deployment to Bosnia (yes I still went). 4th memory--First real endo barrelling down a trail in the Darmstadt forest. And a whole bunch of others with that bike in Baumholder/Vogelweh areas.
Upon my PCS orders to Fort Hood I sold it in the Smith Bararcks Thrift Shop for 200$ I think it was and bought a Trek 7000 in Killeen. A few more bikes have come and gone since....
....went off too fast on a roller, got airborne, grabbed the front brake in midair, front wheel touched down and felt like someone yanked the bike from under me, over the bars, landed square on my head, and cracked my helmet in two.
Went back next week after I could finally move my neck again. I rode slower.
I rode my mountain bike, a Gary Fischer Wahoo, on the roads and paved bike trails for about a year before I ventured onto trails. The trail was ten miles long and after about a mile, severely winded and suffering I started looking for the cutout to the "easy" trail.
Pure torture. I could not catch my breath. My legs burned on the few climbs I could make and hitting roots on the climbs and descents was gut-wrenching. To make matters worse I was occasionally passed by fit-looking riders on quiet bikes who appeared to effortlessly float over obstacles that stopped me dead in my tracks.
Clearly mountain-biking was impossible and I was scared off the trails for about six months. I picked up my mileage on the road substantially, made a leap-of-faith and bought a better bike (a 2010 Specialized FSR Expert), strapped on my helmet and finished the ten miles...not in world record time and not without some suffering but I finally got a taste of what mountain biking was all about.
Now, while I am no professional athlete, my bikes feel like extensions of my body and I came to the point where I could finish that ten-mile trail in a time that would have astonished me at the first attempt...if I want to. Sometimes I just stroll along on the bike effortlessly clearing things that hurt me the first time. Sometimes when I have a day off I take a nice, 27-mile ride on out local National Forest trail.
I have a full-suspension bike, a rigid geared bike, a rigid single speed, and I ride them all.
I was a runner for 30 years and just got sick of it. Residency training made it difficult to exercise and plodding down a deserted sidewalk at 6AM became a form of torture. My last running dog got too old to run with me and one day I just stopped in the middle of a run and gave it up. I took a bus home. Never ran again.
Now that I have the hang of mountain biking, I never dread riding like I did running, even at my peak more often than not it took a huge effort of will to go out on the road every day.
I had a mountain bike in the early nineties, a Bridgestone MB4, but I rode it exclusively on paved and dirt roads. Their were no trails near me and you'll laugh but the concept of putting the bike in the trunk of the car and driving to a trail eluded me.
My story is so long I had to put together a website to tell it.
I have a pretty good story about that, but it is too long to post here. I have a website to tell it.
A friend of mine needed to lose at least 100 lbs to join the Army. He had a couple of bikes and let my son ride one. Soon they were out doing 10+ miles a day around town. I'd had a bike twice as a kid but just rode it around every so often. Since my son was serious about riding, I bought him a real bike. After my friend left for boot camp my son was w/o a partner so I bought a bike, a Specialized Hardrock.
First trip I couldn't even make it around the block as I was wheezing so bad. It took a month to make it around the block and I was ready to sell the bike out of embarrassment. I got better but it wasn't until this year that I had courage to do a real trail. I purchased a WSD Mamba as a 26 inch bike was too small.
I read the mountain book bible and I was ready to go with my son and hubby. I thought I was going to die. My husband who hates anything outdoors was having a blast going through the trail with ease. I almost wanted to divorce him on the spot as he made it look so easy. I spent most of the trail trying not kill myself and at one point sat down and cried trying to get up a hill. However; I was smitten. The fact that I sucked made me even more determined to get better.
The second trip I went over the bars and was out of riding for 7 weeks with a concussion. The more I looked at the Mamba, I realized I couldn't ride it anymore and ended up with a fat bike.
I'll be honest, a beginner who is out of shape and has never done mountain biking probably shouldn't have purchased that bike. I've cursed it. I've loved it. As anyone who rides a fat bike knows, there's something about these bikes that makes it almost impossible to sell it as well. Even if I sold it, I don't what I'd replace it with as I've looked around.
Regardless, I'm in for the rest of my life. There are too many rewards and challenges out there that need to be conquered.
Walked every hill.
Went over the handlebar.
Told myself "This ain't BMX."
...and "Mountain biking SUCKS"
Rode a whopping 5 miles and felt like death.
Originally Posted by Repack Rider
Being from the east coast back in the day I remember reading about these adventures we used to say: "Man those guys are really cool we gotta do that" We had a dirt downhill in watershed property and my dad used to drive his old Ford Pickup to the top and drop us off and we would fly down, burning off all the brakes on our bikes, and then resorting to other means to slow down. If Mom only knew how those sneakers really wore out! We would ride back home all the time thinking we were somehow connected to the Repack Riders!
This website should be required reading and s"Stickyed" somewhere here on MTBR!
It wasn't my bike, it didn't fit, and I fell a lot. The next thing I knew, I was buying my first "real" mountain bike and taking a class. I was hooked!
I hooked up with some chick I met on my first ride. We rode for about 30 miles that day. We went back to her house and started fooling around. My legs were cramping really bad and it didn't work out very well. She was understanding and gave me another chance the next night! But check this out: she had a pile of crap bike with a broken front derailer and rode the whole ride in her large ring. You should have seen the legs and ass on this girl!! Amazing!
A little over three years ago a friend of mine was telling me about mountain biking and mountain bike races in the area. I didn't know that my area had that sort of thing (st. louis). I thought that was something only people out in Colorado did. I used to ride my bmx bike all the time from the age of 6 to 16 ramping rock piles and anything I could find so I was interested in mtb.
I had a coworker fix up my Mongoose XR-75 that my parents had bought me at some point in college and another buddy of mine and my friend rode on a trail close to my house. I had no idea what I was doing and I am sure that I rode super slow and looked like a total noob/dork, but it was extremely invigorating. A whole new world was opened to me and I had a blast and have been hooked and having fun ever since. I rode that XR-75 walmart special for probably 15 times until I convinced the wife that I needed an upgrade.
A 6 mile mountain bike ride would have been it for me and I don't even feel warmed up until about 6 miles now. It's crazy how things change and things are put into a different perspective.
Love the stories. I'm waitin on my first bike to come in. Can't wait to share my first story!
I bought a mountain bike from the flea market for $35 so that I didn't have to walk around much where I lived at the time, because I had some previous foot injuries. It was a blue Schwinn Mirada from the 80s with terrible grips and an unfixable derailleur problem. Near this place I lived was a canal, with a ton of fire road type trails that went down to it and went along the banks, etc. I discovered a fire road leading to the canal one day while just cruising along the area's paved back roads and went off road for the first time.
I was scared. I had no idea what was down this random path and there were tons of signs at the beginning warning that it's a wildlife area and all kinds of random stuff. I rode bmx back in the day so I knew somewhat of what I was doing. The main path split off into a web of different trails and I rode back there for a couple hours or so just riding around. One of the trails was mostly sand and I had my first mtn bike wreck riding around a corner and ate it hard when my front tire washed out. I even tried to make a video of me riding the trail with my super crappy phone, and I'm sure I would laugh so hard if I watched that video clip today (this was at the end of the summer 2008). It was literally a HUGE noob place, except for the 4 wheeler jumps that were there, but it was too sandy and I was too huge a noob and afraid to death of doing those.
There was one hill that I couldn't make it up without getting off, which was probably only 100' long, and there was a semi steep hill that I was too scared to go down. These days when I ride I face the same exact obstacles (and many way worse) many multiple times each ride... It's so embarrassing but so funny to think about how hard even the simplest of things were back then compared to today. I upgraded to a better bike that year, and then the next year I found real trails and upgraded bikes another 3 times. The rest is history.
Keep us posted...
Originally Posted by zkid09
...so what kinda bike did ya order?:thumbsup:
Originally Posted by NEPMTBA
I ordered a 2013 hardrock sport disk. Nothing fancy but I'm still recovering from a motocross injury and want to make sure ill be able to ride long term before dropping a couple grand.
Broke my tib, fib and shattered the tib plateau where it connects to my knee.
I can't run anymore so hopefully the bike will keep me more active!
Annnnd i didn't want to get too deep before knowing which road ill take. I want to do more AM personally but unsure if my knee wants me to do that or not hahaha
Did order a few small cheap goodies for slight upgrades though. Some wellgo v8 replicas, grips, getting some tires, etc. nothing major but a few small upgrades that should help out a little!
Also a longer stem because the medium in the HR was a little big, small was a tad small so I went with a medium and longer stem so I can still throw it around easier
So...my first ride ...
How in the hell do you guys ride 10 miles without puking and passing out?!
I just went on my first ride. Left from my house and rode about 2 miles. Rode down the road and down two run down trails I use to ride as a kid on my dirt bike. Had to carry the bike through brush and over trees about 5 times. About the forth time, I took a couple minute break And thought I was going to puke. Legs felt like they had a furnace inside them and was wondering wtf I was thinking. Jumped a couple deer during the ride though.
Even though I about died, goin down hill was awesome. Up hill....not so much. Gotta get my endurance up and make a couple tweaks to the bike but it was fun....when I wasn't climbing lol
I knew I needed one of my own.
First time I ever rode a mountain bike...
Went up to Truckee with a good friend of mine who has been mountain biking for most of his childhood. My only experience prior to this was riding an old Roadmaster mountain bike off of ramps that I build with plywood and bricks lying in the backyard. Well the opportunity came up to go up with him, and I took a chance. Rented a full squish bike from the LBS and stuffed it in the trunk of a ford taurus. We parked at the bottom of a 3 mile STEEP climb to the trailhead. By the time we made it to the trailhead I was panting, and pretty nauseous. I knew it was either going to be an epic day or a horrendous day.
I took 30 minutes to sit down and breathe while I downed one of my water bottles. Once I was feeling up for it I jumped back on the bike and proceeded to have the most fun I've ever had on a mountain without snow. I remember the adrenaline of rolling over rocks, skidding into turns (when I was still scared to use the front brake), and the pain in my legs that only gave me an endorphin rush. I eventually cramped out and literally couldn't even walk for what seemed like 10 minutes. The sun started setting and we decided to slowly walk out bikes to the road. I made my way down the steep hill down to the LBS right as they were closing up. They could tell I was beat, but I was smiling ear to ear, drenched in sweat, and covered in dirt. Next thing I knew, I was going up once a month, then every other week, and the rest is history.
I had just bought a new Kona because I needed a bike since my kids were starting to ride. I decided I should get a mountain bike and hit some trails. Went to a local singletrack park, found a trailhead and took off without any idea what I was doing or where I was going. About 100 yards in I came to the top of what I soon learned was "superman hill". After nearly killing myself a time or two I made it down, but then it was uphill everywhere. I made it about 6 miles that night iirc. My legs burned like crazy, but I was hooked.
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I won't count the mtb-style bikes I was given in the late 80s/early 90s, since they were just school commuters and most got stolen (I swear, that campus had a bike thief in every tree).
The first time I really fell in love with a mountain bike it was the Specialized Stump Jumper. I knew I had to get myself something like that - bought a Rock Hopper that was promptly stolen, and went back to road riding.
I bought a used Trek 8000 in about 94/95 - and that just nailed it for me. I rode that thing everywhere, all the time. I spent the majority of my 'riding' time on my road bike, but every time I just wanted to chill out and see the world, it was that 8000. Learned to do drops to flat on that bike, figured out how to do the BMX style stuff I'd done as a kid on it, and it was my go-to for rain and bad weather.
Now, of course, I hardly ever road ride (too many dangerous drivers), and spend all my free time on my new 29er. The old Trek hangs on my bike rack, waiting for a restoration as all the bearing races are shot.
So your the one who blows out all the corners!
Originally Posted by Ben_Im
First time I rode a big (26") wheel bike (it was a beach cruiser with some BMX parts bolted on) I found about a 20' grade/drop off that separated the athletic fields at my H.S. and gradually started launching off of it... didn't stop till I started hitting it a little too flat at the bottom, and it nearly bounced me off the pedals! I never got into MTB in the early 90's because I found a bunch of MTB magazines and the prices of stuff even back then totally put me off the sport. When I did buy a bike it was a used GT timberline I got for $99, I rode it for quite awhile on the boardwalks and bikepaths in Orange County Ca. to get myself in shape before venturing into the hills. One day I went to Irvine park and started exploring around. I ended up hopping a gate and riding up a "off limits" MWD service road (poaching?) after about a month, and 4 or 5 rides up "illegal trails" I was told by a random dude at a jobsite that there was a MTB park within a mile of where I was poaching! (Santiago Oaks)
In high school I had a smoking hot teacher who rode in everyday on her bike. Her arse in that lycra convinced me to join the schools adventure club in which she led. 3rd trip was mountain biking so I picked up a rigid diamondback and went along. At the end of the day she made it very clear that she wasnt done "riding" things and we went back to her place.
She had a hook up at GT so I kept this going long enough to get a seriously discounted DHi.
I.....went over the handlebars and ate crap.
Then I was like, THIS IS AWESOME!!
The day I picked up my 90' Rockhopper Comp I did a 30 mile round trip road ride to the beach in my then fashionable black and pink lycra. It was then I discovered knobbies suck on the road........
My brother brought a bike home from the beach with gears, big tires and brakes that actually worked. I had ridden bmx bikes only to that point. (I was in my early twenties) I hopped on dropped to the lowest gears and climbed a steep hill at my parents house that I could never ride a bmx bike up and then proceeded to roll right out through the woods, felt like a steam roller. I was hooked. A week later I was buying my first mountain bike.
I've rode a variety of bikes throughout the years. Even had your garden variety of big box store mountain bikes over my years.
The first time I rode a rough single track I was hooked, Rode a CCM without a front shock. It was rough and bumpy. I fell a bunch. I hit my boys a bunch of times :D . But somehow I still had fun. I am an avid weightlifter but cardio has been my bane. Never could get into running or road biking. Even rowing bored me to tears. But the first time I rode singletrack XC stuff I didn't even think about how hard I was working. It was such a rush!
My story goes back a little before Repack. 1962. A local bike builder was making "trail bicycles". It was like a regular cruiser, singlespeed with swept bars and balloon tires, the only difference was a springer fork and heavier welds. Most of the kids had them and used them on dirt roads and cow paths. My friends and I built some trails on the local ski hill and really put the bikes through their paces. I rode that "Henley" until I was a teenager & moved to the west coast. Then I'd buy the beefiest bike available until mountain bikes came out.
I had the pleasure this summer of riding on a mountain bike trail (they weren't called mountain bikes back then) that I built 46 years ago. Just as much fun as the day we built it.