Out this week in the evening and met a young lad up the woods (far less dodgy than it sounds) on a bike who asked me "do you do jumps and stuff?". I was very confused - I was wearing lycra shorts, an early 90s road jersey and riding a bike with rigid forks and a ridiculously long seatpost. Then I glanced down and saw that my skewers had 'Kore' written on them - did this explain his query?
About 10 minutes later I was gingerly negotiating a lovely, only slightly downhill section that I can ride no problem when confident but crawl down when not (it was a 'not' day) and two middle aged guys cheerily flew past as if on continental tarmac - had they not noticed that it was off camber, dusty and covered in roots?
I'm not sure there's any relevance or point here but I frequently ride in the same spot and see no one week on week so this was unusual to say the least. Were these actually apparations that illustrated to me what I am no longer (youthful) nor now (skilled)? But, perhaps crucially, why do I so frequently ride downhill like a priest in a cassock?
About 10 minutes later I was gingerly negotiating a lovely, only slightly downhill section that I can ride no problem when confident but crawl down when not (it was a 'not' day) and two middle aged guys cheerily flew past as if on continental tarmac - had they not noticed that it was off camber, dusty and covered in roots?
I'm not sure there's any relevance or point here but I frequently ride in the same spot and see no one week on week so this was unusual to say the least. Were these actually apparations that illustrated to me what I am no longer (youthful) nor now (skilled)? But, perhaps crucially, why do I so frequently ride downhill like a priest in a cassock?