
Anyway, JJ has becoming a bit of a mountain biking "Glinda" for me. You see, a ways back she set me up with these bad ass shoes, and as I put them on this morning

What I noticed is that I'm finally becoming more comfortable getting legitimately behind the seat on downhill sections, and find the seat popping up between my legs regularly in sections before that it wouldn't. That sketchy, light feeling on the front wheel? Well, it's starting to make sense, and allowing me to glide lightly over trickier spots, instead of just barrelling through them with my fingers crossed, relying too much on my fork. In steeper sections, I find myself unwittingly using my rear wheel more consciously to steer, than to brake. And that's a whole new fricking deal.
Lightness = good. Flying monkies = bad. :D I'm sure there is some tidy Wizard of Oz reference left in there somehwere that would tie up the loose ends of this story proper, but I'm running out of time ... and if I want to have a chance in hell at riding later tonight I gotta cut this stupid thing short. So I'm out, with sincere thanks to my friend JJ. See you on the trail! :)
2 comments:
ohmygawwwd.
you crack me up.
just click three times and repeat: there is no place like here, there is no place like now, there is no place i'd rather be than on my bike, in the rocks ;-)
ohhhhgoodness.
you kick ass. let's go kick some ass ;-)
jj
Seriously, the damn thing went exactly where I wanted it to go. No matter how precise. It was wicked!! Hope this phase lasts. If I had to put my finger on it, I'd have to say I trusted the bike more. Weird.
I'm telling ya, it's those dang shoes ....
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