My girlfriend, Mary, is a mountain biker. She had a special affinity for them. Her dad used to take on mountain biking trips. She would regale with the many exotic animals she always saw on their trips. Her father was a retired boxer, but as he claimed, it was good to do exercises, and he had chosen mountain biking as a form of exercise.
“Have you ever done this before?” Tom asked as he adjusted the seat on the cherry red mountain bike. Its blue twin was already, presumably, ready to go.
I, James and my daughter Joan are really looking forward to our mountain bike riding today. We have been planning this for months now. And today might be the day for it. My daughter recently turned eight, and my wife has always been complaining that I’m not spending enough time with her. Actually, she was right.
There is no shortage of videos of mountain bike crashes from around the world, with many riders with appropriate safety equipment escaping serious injury, while others were not that fortunate. However, some of the most spectacular mountain bike crashes have been staged for television shows and movies, using stunt riders.
My tires have 35 psi on tires rated 40-60. I have excellent grip and feel on off-road trails at this level. I use tires with tubes. I would increase if riding on pavement.
It was the perfect Sunday. I had studied the McKinney Falls State Park for months, and I had prepared my body and my mountain bike for that day as well. At that point, I knew everything you can know about the park without ever stepping on it. Every review, every story, everything everybody had every said about the park – I knew it. I got up way earlier than necessary today. I was a very strange representation of a kid waking up at dawn on Christmas day. The sun woke me up showering my room in golden tints, and if I concentrated enough, I swear I was able to smell the woods as if my dreams were still clinging to my skin.
I quietly slipped out of our summer house and crept to the backyard shed. The bike was there, just as I had left it. I quickly changed into my hiking kit before anyone in the house could wake up and realize that I was gone. I got my bike out of the shed and walked far away from the house. The morning was still quite dewy, but I didn’t mind, I climbed the bike and rode on.
If there was anything I feared as a biker; it was crashing.
It was only 2 minutes after I got my package and I didn’t look so excited anymore. Rather, I looked worried.
It took me about 13 months, two weeks and three days to save up enough money to get my DJI Maverick pro drone I selected from this page and I was so excited to place the order the moment I spent my final savings. The courier came two days later, at about 10:34 am and it took me just 3 seconds to get the door as I was sitting on the sofa, just 2 feet away from the door. I could tell that the courier saw the excitement that glowed in my eyes as he gave me a wink right before turning his back and heading for his truck.
The North Shore trail that runs from Rockledge Park to Twin Coves Park on the north side of Lake Grapevine is my usual biking trail. With my biker buddy, Luke, we would race down the path for about 11 miles absorbing the beautiful views from the lakes cliffs and shores. Luke is new to this trail since he just moved to Texas, but he is a competitive biker and a worthy contender. So, riding with him is always quite thrilling.