Crashing is part of cycling as crying is part of love.
Johan Museeuw
- The Lion of Flanders
Conquer the Mountain. Find Your Freedom.
Conquer the Mountain. Find Your Freedom.
MTB Know-How: All things mountain biking, from trails to technique.
We walked into a bike shop, and my friend’s daughter’s eyes were wide with excitement as she spotted a brand-new mountain bike. But something seemed off – it was missing pedals! Unlike a car where a steering wheel is a non-negotiable,…
I remember the white-knuckled descent on my first mountain bike ride. My sneakers betrayed me, slipping off the pedals and leaving a bloody gash on my shin. Limping into the bike shop, a fresh gash throbbing on my shin from…
I was cruising along the trail on my trusty hardtail Polygon when I spotted my friend Mike shredding uphill on his brand new e-MTB. Feeling a twinge of envy (and maybe a bit of leg fatigue!), I waved him over.…
It was lunchtime when I met my friend at the trailhead. A nearby construction site meant workers were taking a break in the cool shade by the entrance, which seemed like a convenient spot for them to eat. Unfortunately, when…
The pre-dawn light cast long shadows as I hit the trail, eager for solitude. But the rustling in the bushes startled me. Suddenly, a wild boar with its young emerged, forcing me to speed up. As I rounded a bend,…
Heart pounding, I crested the hill. Below, the trail split. A smooth berm beckoned left, while a menacing double drop loomed right. Taking a deep breath, I dismounted, picked up my bike and walked down while thinking: How Do You…
My friend excitedly led me down a downhill trail, promising an exhilarating experience. However, as we picked up speed, I quickly realized it was nothing like cruising down a smooth road. Instead, the trail was strewn with rocks and root…
My legs screamed in protest as I dragged myself home from the trail. Every muscle in my body ached, a dull symphony of pain conducted by my throbbing back. Collapsing onto the bed, I thought: How to build strength and…
The scorching sun hung heavy in the sky, baking the earth. My friend, a notorious trailblazer, urged me to tackle a new route. “No sweat,” he said, “it’ll be a breeze.” Trusting his word, I packed light, just me and…
The legs may burn, the lungs may scream, but the summit remains tantalizingly out of reach. I kept telling myself to go on and that I can do it. After I caught up to them and took a quick rest,…