Ever since I purchased my first full suspension bike I’ve wanted to use it for one of the things it was meant for which is absorbing the shock that comes from landing hard after taking air on a jump or landing a big drop. However, ever since I broke a carbon-fiber handlebar and a pair of shocks after a wreck at Snowbird, I’ve been a little weary. That’s what seperates the “dudes” from the “posers”. The dudes get back up and take more air, even after breaking several bones (something I’ve never had the pleasure of doing) and the posers (I’m self-diagnosed) just chicken out after a spill.
Something changed all of that for me because this weekend during our yearly spring trip to Moab I threw caution to the wind and rode like I never have before! It was on the Porcupine Rim trail on a rented Santa Cruz Nomad bike and a borrowed full-faced helmet that I let my bygones be bygones. The dreams that I’ve been having for the last couple of months after taking a 3-foot drop at the University of Utah campus were coming true! I really could fly on my bike!!
I took video of many of the jumps and drops just so I could prove it to myself. I kept thinking the whole time that I must be having another one of my dreams. I’m still having a hard time believing it. I just felt so comfortable out there and now I can’t wait to go again!
I’m making a short video of the trip and I should have it added to my Google Video list within a month or two. It’s not that it will take that long to make, I just have other distractions that will keep me from getting it done. I’ll post a link to it here when it’s finished. It’s just going to be a short one or two minute clip with the highlights from me and my regular biking buddies (Chan, John and Matt).
One of the highlights of the trip for me is when I approached a drop that my friends had taken before on previous trips but that I never had and without hesitation I just dropped it and landed it beautifully. There was a group of bikers watching and I thought “I used to be one of those bikers, watching dudes in full-faced helmets take gnarly drops without thinking and knowing that I would never be at that level”, but there I was, a gnarly dude in my own right.
It was confirmed when one of the bikers in the group that was watching proclaimed, “Dude, you guys rock!”
I thought long and hard about retiring and leaving the sport on a high note; I have no idea if I’ll have that kind of courage again the next time I get out there on the trail.
At the moment I must say, I’m quite addicted!