The first thing he told me was that I needed to learn the basic riding skills first. My bike riding coach, Coach Roach was the meanest of all the humans I have ever met. His cold stare could kill a flying ant that goes past his roving eyes.
Are you having that antsy feeling? That old feeling which is making you feel a bit agitated–willing to get out the front door and once again take nature by surprise.
Everyone has a crazy story. Some of them are funny, and others are scary, why some are just an unholy mix of both. I wouldn’t exactly know what category to place mine in, but I think that’s up to you to decide at the end of the story. It all started on a blazing hot weekend in Texas. No, wait a minute, I think I’ll rather say it started about two years ago when I first bought a mountain bike. Most stories are like that—they have a beginning which usually starts with one tiny detail, and then slowly builds up into whatever the end would look like.
This is not your ordinary bicycle. Sure, it has two wheels and a frame that resembles the 10-speed you had in junior high, but this is a very different type of machine. Picture your old school bike on steroids, and you may get a bit of an idea of where we are going with this. A mountain bike is a rugged, sturdy apparatus that is built to take a fair deal of abuse and keep you safe and sound while you tootle down unbeaten paths that would scare off the ordinary cyclist. With this in mind, we present to you crazy things you can do with that set of wheels.