Iām generally not what you might call an adrenaline junkie. Thrill seeker. Wanton risk-taker.
Iām a cautious, take-it-easy, constantly flooded with trepidation and anxiety-type of adult. Iāve accepted this. Becoming a mountain biker never really seemed to fit into my couch-loving, feet on the ground, research-the-hell-out-of-everything-before-doing-it worldview.
The New York Times, in their ever-present wisdom, provided me with plenty good reasons to keep trying new things (especially crucial now that I have hit the big 3-0). Studies suggest that challenging and expanding our motor skills associated with a new sport can strengthen the brain! Unfortunately, the sports I tend to choose often require a good deal of falling and/or breaking of oneās body. Like skiing, ice hockey, and nowā¦mountain biking.
Last April, I finally caved to years of peer pressure (mainly from my sister). Since moving to Western Colorado, my general perception is that everyone is a fearless mountain biker. Shreddinā and droppinā and rippinā and hurlinā their bodies through the air. I have now joined this clan of crazies by purchasing a mountain bike. Mind you, itās a pretty bottom-rung, basic hardtail (read: no rear suspension) mountain bike, but I love it. Itās perfectly fitting for a person who has no idea what theyāre doing.
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Much of the month of April was spent making attempts at learning how my mountain bike works and what it (and I) are capable of. My first rides could barely be called such. They mainly involved hiking my bike and being doubled over attempting to catch my breath. This is fun, right?
Iāve taken to riding some of the interesting and tricky, slightly technical trails in the Hubbard Mesa area during less busy times of the day since there are lots of people shooting in not so safe places (i.e. across trails). Itās exciting to ride the same trails over and over again because I can see so much improvement in my bravery, skills, and aggressiveness. There are rock gardens I was previously walking through that I now slowly roll over (not quite up to the shreddinā status. Yet.)
Mountain Biking Near Rifle
Hubbard Mesa has been a fantastic place to get some basics of mountain biking down just five minutes from our house. Lots of doubletrack dirt roads to start and gain confidence and then miles of both challenging and flowy singletrack. Finding the best trails are tricky mainly due to some of them being āillegal.ā Best place to start is by doing some homework on mtbproject.com. If possible, find some locals to show you the ropes and take you on a grand adventure. Most important, be extra aware of where people are riding ATVs and dirt bikes, as well as listen for shooting. The majority of people are responsible shooters and use safe backstops, but there are a few folks that do shoot across some of the trails. Take precaution and a buddy!
Mountain Bike Skills Camps
In May and June, I was fortunate to attend a couple of skills clinics to help push my boundaries a bit (since of course, I wasnāt going to do that on my own). The biggest benefit of the beginner skills clinic I attended during the Fruita Fat Tire Festival was gaining confidence and learning what my bike (and my body) were capable of. In my mind, rolling my bike over a 7ā³ curb didnāt really seem possible. I have to pop my wheel over that, right? No. Bikes are pretty resilient and able to roll over more than you would expect. Itās just my overthinking brain thatās holding me back from doing it. Iāve started to push myself a little more each time Iām out on the trail and taking on technical parts that I would have previously bailed or walked. My rides still consist of a hefty amount of hiking, but thatās ok. I figure Iāll will be that way for awhile as I learn how to handle new situations (no, I will not drop off that 2 foot boulder and careen down that 13% grade hill. Nope.)
Iām kind of amazed at the crazy things I did this weekend in a gorgeous place surrounded by badass ladies. Iāve only been a casual, xc mountain biker for 3 months and I decided to go to the @vidamtbseries clinic at @trestlebikepark in #WinterPark this weekend. I hurtled my hardtail down the mountain multiple times and survived! Thanks to @ktbranham for snapping some shots and being an amazing and supportive instructor! I learned so much and I canāt wait to shred the trails here in Rifle, Coloradoā¦after I recover.
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Fear is a funny, movable thing. All of my preconceived notions of crazy mountain bikers flinging their bodies down a mountain and taking on big drops have slowly subsided. Itās all relative. Iām doing what I once thought improbable and uncharacteristic of myself. Iām lucky to have a go-to riding partner that is supportive and gets just as yelly as I do when those pesky tree limbs jump out at you on the trail.
My advice? Just go do it. Find people to ride with that are better than you (but not TOO good) and have fun. Youāre going to fall. Accept the inevitable, thereās going to be a fair bit of pain involved. I still get nervous before I go ride. But on those evenings after a long day of work when the weather is perfect, the views are unlimited, and youāre with good company? You canāt beat that.
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Ā My first season as a terrified mountain biker Iām generally not what you might call an adrenaline junkie. Thrill seeker. Wanton risk-taker. Iām a cautious, take-it-easy, constantly flooded with trepidation and anxiety-type of adult.