Social Dirt

Most Saturday mornings since I was thirteen I have meet up with a small group of riders, who over the years have become my friends. We start our ride from a car park close to the mountain bike trails at Gap Creek Reserve. Most of my training rides are over two hours of pedalling and 98% of my training rides I am riding by myself. So this ride is a nice easy ride where I can socialise and muck about with a few of the other riders.

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These riders aren’t super men, some ride a couple of times a week. Even my father attends these rides and he is 60! Occasionally the main rider who sort of runs the social ride brings out his downhill bike and I have seen him ride the 18kg downhill machine up some slopes that I have seen people push their carbon cross country bikes up. For me it’s an easy ride, for some it’s a good Saturday morning work out.

I feel it is important to have this ride to slow me down and refresh my attitude to cycling. One can slip into a training mind where you feel like you are forced to get onto the bike and train. This ride makes you jump on your bike and makes you want to feel the dirt under your wheels and grin ear to ear as you pump a jump, bunny hop over dips in the track and flick out dirt as your tear up a berm.

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Today we were riding down a trail called ‘Lost’ and we came across a natural jump/dip and we did some gremlin work to set up a small jump with sticks. I didn’t feel comfortable attempting it but a couple of the other riders who come from a downhill background gave it a whirl.

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