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Mine - The dawn lap of a 24hr race.
Loads.
Desperately clicking the STI lever in a race in Majorca only to find that 53x11 was as far as it went.
Couple of stages on, helping to shut a gap down over 30 miles of pan-flat smooooooooth roads, then getting a draft off a police motorbike to the finish, some 5 minutes down.
Riding the 3 peaks cyclocross race.
Riding the Grundig in Strathpeffer.
Racing in Holland.
Racing in Belgium.
Crying with frustration over a puncture/snapped chain/broken derailleur.
Sneaking out for a 30 minute training spin before anyone else woke up.
Getting drunk in numerous bars across Europe and the UK.
The arrival of the postman 😉
Double posting on this frankly shoddy website....
Salisbury Plain, on a hot, dusty summer's afternoon. Bombing down a fast trail in the heat haze, with skylarks singing overhead. Looking back to see the clouds of dust kicked up before heading to the Swan at Enford for a few. Good days.
54mph down the bealach ... just remember looking to the side and thinking " the world is moving along pretty fast now"
Riding with [b]THE[/b] TZF. 😉
MMMMM
Watching Commonwealth Games MTB race at Manchester.
Being Junior welsh MTB champion.
spending 30th doing some AWESOME riding in Morocco.
doing SITS 2002 where I met my now partner.
Riding the old see-saw at Les Gets bike park a few years ago (so big I spent half hour feeling sick after I'd successfully completed it!).
Riding the old Swiss DH cup off back of Pointe de Moisettes.
Probably loads more but those stand out in my mind at present!
sitting in the forest in the p1ssing rain, eating flapjacks, miles from anywhere, with my son 🙂
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Discovering night riding.
First time in the mountains.
Cycling in the snow, in shorts.
Getting my heart rate up to 211bpm racing up a hill on the IoW.
My first urban xc night race.
My first xc race.
My first podium finish in a race.
The Superbagneres.
The carvery at The Bear at Alderwasley.
Riding the Lairig Ghru, especially after the ammount of people who told me you can't do it on a bike.
Helvelyn, and coming down Dollywagon Pike with hardly any dabs.
recently, the descent toward Heildelbergerhütte from Fuorcla Val Gronda. a short push up to the Fimba Pass and then the loooong descent into Ramosch/Sur En. wow.
My first ride back after being out for months with broken bones from a bad crash! Kinavit i would be well chuft to ride dollywagon with no dabs! Niceone.
my offroad tours of scotland every september.
with 3 great mates in the best cycling enviroment....awesome.
just sad that we are not doing it this year.
we swapped it for a week on the road in the pyrenees........ 😥
Pushing my battered bike home after a massive stack on Gorple Road four years ago.
A man is walking his daughter on her pony, and he stops and says "Eh, mate, shouldn't you be riding that instead of pushing?"
I reply with "I don't think this should look like this" And pull my jersey up to reveal where my brake lever has stabbed me in the abdomen.
"****IN HELL!!" he shouts, in front of his four year old girl.
3 days in hospital follow. Thanks go out to Burnley A&E. I'll miss you.
Getting my Rockshox MAg21's fitted. Love happened that day
My mum phoning the police after a day out with the club guys from 8am till 10pm just training and mincing in Edinburgh. Happy days
AN hour after learning how to use SPD's 😀
USing XTR for the first time when DX was as good as i had used
My first race
My second race
Recently, everyday on the bike since i'm on it everyday after realising i get depressed if i know i might not be on it for a day
bikes, mates, titting about.....Dirt styleeee.
riding in good company = winner! requardless of the place/conditions...
Crossing the finish line to shake hands with a big fat bloke after spending 24 hours riding a bike, extremely emotional.
Crossing the finish line after completing the 3 peaks, another emotional moment.
I had a few near wins as a youngster in local road races which were quite fun, especially since I insisted in riding in cut off jeans and a t-shirt on a cheap crappy pig-iron raleigh. Got gobbed on a bit in those days.
Finishing a 200+ mile day ride. I got home, saw my wife talking to a neighbour and went over and told them I'd just ridden 200 miles.
"Very nice dear, there's some dishes that need washing."
Last Wednesday night when I went out for a short ride on my own even though I didn't feel 100% up for it, went on the other side of the Goyt valley where I hadn't been before despite it being 20 minutes ride away and found the most wonderful technical paths with views to die for in the glorious evening sunset and realizing that now my favorite location for mountain biking had doubled in size!
Another 3 peaks moment, the final decent of Pennygent last year after catching my mate at the top to race 1 on 1 all the way down.
Beating him by the bottom and getting a pb on the way.
just ridden 200 miles.
"Very nice dear, there's some dishes that need washing."
I feel your pain 😉
For me it was a simple one, completing a 2 mile section of local trail without putting my foot down, took me 8 years to do, my Mrs was also suitably impressed 😉
my birthday ride last year with a mate up at Haldon, we rode all the cheeky stuff & then for the first time I really pinned it warp speed styli down St Andrews Lane - great day, great company & great memory 😀
Lots of candidates, but it'd have to be the time, about 15 years ago now, that me and a mate were riding along a road link section and got flashed by an attractive young lady.
perhaps I shouldn't lower the tone of the thread by mentioning mid-ride sex ?
Hmm, thanks Simon you've just reminded me of one 😉
Others - big ride with Mountain Bike Pro magazine's Tim Woodcock and my mate Matt.
Last year's Bonty 24-12 night lap
Last week in the Alps. It's big.
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Loads more! Mountain biking is great 🙂
The part of a climb where it stops being a climb and starts being a descent.
Riding for a full day in the hills and realising you've not seen anyone since you set off.
Riding in awful weather, where your spirit has been truly crushed, and spying your destination through the rain/mist/snow.
The first time you manage to clear a particular climb having been defeated by it for months previously.