After a few less-than-inspiring rides recently, I've decided to give this bike riding a rest, for a while at least. I've been getting out a few times a week but lately it's just felt as if I'm doing it because I should, and not because I really want to. Usually I can salvage something from every ride (great views, mastering some technical section, good company, whatever) but recently that's not been happening.
I feel as if what skills I ever had are turning to crap, I don't think that I'm as fit as I should be and, to be honest, I just feel like a f*cking old man of nearly 60. No change there, then......
So - maybe a change is as good as a rest. After all, riding a mountain bike isn't really one of life's essentials, I seem to recall feeling that way about not having a trials bike after never being without one for twenty years but, hey - there is life without a trials bike just as there (hopefully) will be life without mountain bikes.
The hills and valleys that I love to spend time in will still be there and I can get to them without a bike - I just have to walk from my front door, plus I won't have to decide whether to go out on a bike or go walking with Karen.
Now I just have to decide what to keep and what to get rid of, I suppose - that's probably the difficult bit.
It's an age thing - I've got a bass playing gig this evening and feel as if I can't be arsed to drive the fifty mile round trip, let alone do the playing (but I will, of course).
I feel as if what skills I ever had are turning to crap, I don't think that I'm as fit as I should be and, to be honest, I just feel like a f*cking old man of nearly 60. No change there, then......
So - maybe a change is as good as a rest. After all, riding a mountain bike isn't really one of life's essentials, I seem to recall feeling that way about not having a trials bike after never being without one for twenty years but, hey - there is life without a trials bike just as there (hopefully) will be life without mountain bikes.
The hills and valleys that I love to spend time in will still be there and I can get to them without a bike - I just have to walk from my front door, plus I won't have to decide whether to go out on a bike or go walking with Karen.
Now I just have to decide what to keep and what to get rid of, I suppose - that's probably the difficult bit.
It's an age thing - I've got a bass playing gig this evening and feel as if I can't be arsed to drive the fifty mile round trip, let alone do the playing (but I will, of course).