In the present day’s publish shall be temporary, for I’m returning residence after a protracted journey.
“From whence?,” chances are you’ll be questioning.
Properly, since 2007 I’ve been drilling deeper and deeper into the so-called “bike tradition,” and this previous Wednesday I unwittingly hit some kind of mainline that burst forth with irate mountain bikers, as you’ll see within the feedback part of the aforementioned publish.
These mountain bikers knowledgeable me that I don’t know something about mountain biking as a result of I stay in New York, and since I’m at all times striving to enhance I resolved to coach myself instantly. So I hopped on a aircraft, engaged a pair of guides, and earlier than I knew it I used to be right here:
Apparently, that is the birthplace of mountain biking:
I used to be confused, as a result of our bikes lacked the disc brakes and dropper posts and shock absorbers and electrical motors that everyone is aware of are stipulations for mountain biking:
And but we had been on a mountain and we had been biking, go determine:
Extremely, not solely did I by some means handle to take pleasure in myself, however I’d even characterize the experience as transcendent–this regardless of the primitive gear and the mediocre views:
[Whatever.]
And my quest for information didn’t finish there! Afterwards, we visited an institute of upper studying:
Right here I contemplated historic motor-less bicycles:
And I paid my respects to this man, who’s universally acknowledged as the daddy of mountain biking:
Alas, the time of my return to New York is nigh, however relaxation assured I’ve received loads of studying materials to review on the aircraft:
I’ll share extra as soon as I’ve returned and had ample time to unpack my steamer trunk.
