It's a funny thing, this mountain bike life. To choose to love a mountain biker is to choose to love this crazy life. I'm not sure I fully understood that 8 months ago when I wrote my
first guest post here. I knew that our Singletrack Geek has a passion for mountain biking that was completely missing in my life. And I was pretty sure that if I wanted to see much of him during summer months (oh, I was so naive) I should take an interest in this 'hobby.' But I had no idea that it's so much more than a hobby - it's a lifestyle. And, I reiterate, to love a mountain biker is to choose to love the mountain bike life.
It started simply enough. A pair of ugly shorts I wouldn't normally be caught dead in. Even uglier undershorts - a combination of lycra and padding that I can't believe I spent good money on. A borrowed helmet and gloves, and off we'd go. Now and then. Me on Singletrack Geek's number 2 bike. And then, sometime this spring, the progression. Rides a few more frequently. My own helmet. A used backpack with hydration pouch. A spare pair of Singletrack Geek's gloves, complete with funky mountain biker smell.
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Who the hell is that girl in the ugly shorts?
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