We've all lost a lot of blood to this love affair. Skin too. And nerve. We've dislocated thumbs and shoulders, even hips. Cracked clavicles, smashed teeth, concussed brains, and bruised everything at least twice, usually more. There has been much pain.
It seems we've all suffered greatly also, pursuing this romance. The never-ending climb. The bonk way out in the bush. The loss associated with breaking, losing or having something we cherish dearly stolen from the back porch. Cracking the fat off of a lazy winter, getting whipped by our "friends", sucking terribly on a section we usually rail.
Grant "Chopper" Fielder eats scorpion flavoured bark
And while they're both quite different, pain and suffering, it's odd that mountain biking embraces both. In fact, necessitates both. Sure, suffering might have an end in sight, an exchange of sorts: the climb delivers the descent, the training makes you strong, the stolen bike gets replaced with one all shiny and new.
Pain, while quite extreme, is usually short lived. The shin bang is the worst f*cking thing ever and then all of a sudden it's completely gone. Even the worst injury: the blown knee, the ruptured spleen, the mawed jaw, the split ass, the shattered wrist, all eventually subside with the advent of time.
Now think of other outdoor sports like kayaking, climbing or skiing. Very few deliver both pain and suffering with such regular frequency as mountain biking. Kayaking, unless you're a wild and crazy waterfall dropper, includes very little of either. It's scary as shit, sure, but you're just going down while pleasantly immersed in the giant bubble wrap known as whitewater.
Climbing is hard, sure. Fingers get cut, arms get pumped, but for the most part, it's just good old fun. It gets too hard and you just come down (really, you have no choice). Climbing only really engages pain and suffering for those who have to endure their friends dying because, unlike mountain biking, climbing doesn't suffer mistakes.
Skiing neither approaches pain or suffering in any real frequent, colloquial way. Unless you're a psycho mega charger taking huge risks, (or have rag dolled down a groomer) it's pretty hard to bruise yourself, let alone draw blood. Even ski touring is a leisurely, slow paced endeavor that rarely hurts in any significant way. Just walking, really.
| So what does that say about us? That we're pussies who would rather die of a thousand cuts than by of one brisk fell of the sword? Or do we like the interaction? |
But mountain biking? Well, consider one afternoon ride. The climb's a doozy. It hurts, and it's long, and even if you can't make it pedaling, you have to push and lug and drag your bike to the trailhead. Big climbs, especially if you ride it all (which is the code), with super fit friends, are sufferfests.
Canadian XC icon Peter Wedge stuck in the Hurt Locker
You drop in. A rock kicks up and hits you in the shin. A branch pokes you in the eye. Thorny bushes scrape your arms to tattered shreds. You miss a corner and go ass over tea kettle, cartwheeling through rock and root. Bruises, blood and broken bones. Slip a pedal off of a jump and blow your ankle. Case a huge jump and squash your testicle. Scorpion off a stunt and tear ligaments in your ass, or worse.
Investigate the body of any mountain biker and you'll see the scars. Shins look like a patchwork of rose-hued skid marks. Elbows and forearms look like they've had third degree burns. Hips look like they've been ground with a high-grit belt sander. And that's just the pain.
We've all collapsed from exhaustion on more than one occasion. We've seen our friends drool in delirium. We've dragged ourselves off the trail with only our arms thanks to legs that have gone rigor mortis due to cramping. How many times have we cursed in our minds that we will never ride with this a*shole ever again? That this sport is stupid because the hurt never, ever ends.
It makes you wonder if we like it. The pain and suffering that is. If we all have some sort of masochistic, self-defeating disorder that actually revels in the idea and the reality of subjecting ourselves to endless, constant self-dismantling. After all, this is no soft venue we play in. Sure, it's not necessarily life threatening at every turn. There are no deep water holes that aim to suck us in and never let us go. There is no 1,000-meter cliff dangling between our legs. No giant, bus-burying avalanche lurking under every turn. But for each life-threatening possibility inherent to other outdoor sports, for the mountain biker there's a million smaller, peskier, ever-present disturbances to fill that void.
Shell-of-a-man, Barry Wicks after another punishing day in the BC Bike Race
So what does that say about us? That we're pussies who would rather die of a thousand cuts than by of one brisk fell of the sword? Or do we like the interaction? The rough brush of nature as she wrestles us into her wood and rock and gravel-laden bosom? Rather than position ourselves on the void, maybe we'd rather fall back into the cover of the thicket, hidden from "the edge", however much that retreat chastises us with scars and disfigurements and long bouts of mental turmoil and physical distress.
Skiers don't bleed. Climbers don't break. And kayakers don't cry. Mountain bikers do all three on a regular basis. Which might make us weird. Odd anyway. But unlike many sports we get to do more than most. We get to go up, we get to go across, and we get to go down. We also get to do it everyday, in a million different ways: from pump tracks to stage races, World Cup downhill tracks to sick gnar singletrack.
Throughout history there are a great many stories of sacrifice in the context of reward. Cultures who whip and pierce and beat themselves for the glory of God. Drag themselves across mountain ranges for 72 afterlife virgins. Starve themselves for the delivery of righteousness. Maybe we're just that. Pilgrims of a higher order. On a path that requires we sacrifice our flesh and well-being for the arrival of that great gift we all can't seem to live without.
The ride.
By Mitchell Scott
Top photo by
Richard Mortimore
But us?
We break our bones, cut open arms, bruise various parts of our bodies and much more, yet we always come back for more.
Are we crazy?
and p.s, Last picture, Farmers tan
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Not that it is the reason to do the right thing but a side benefit is you get a lot of respect from the lot of us who are tired of corporations hiding behind the corporate title and profit for our shareholders masks.
I have one decent ugly scar from climbing and tendonitis bad enough that I can never do a chin-up/pull-up again. Big deal.
But mountain biking? Countless scars, torn ligaments, concussions, shock, broken bones, road pizza, hood ornaments...
This sport has seriously jeopardised my journalism degree on more than 5 occasions in the past 3 years, but I wouldn't change a thing! it has made me the person i am today, i'm far stronger mentally than any of my peers and i don't see myself stopping any time soon.
I would say i'm off to ride but I have got far too much to do. Rest assured i am keeping all this vent up anger/passion for a euro road trip this summer. Thanks for the fuel for my fire...
American Football players and Rugby players have some steep prices to pay to play. Your body is constantly being hit by massive forces. I don't think most of us understand what a 300lb/140kg tackle feels like. Most linemen don't make it to 10 years in the sport and after they retire their body is shot. We still have people like Mark Weir out racing.
In any sport where people push themselves injuries are part of the game, and to say that people who ride bikes are a different breed because we inflict that kind of damage on ourselves kind of rubs me the wrong way a bit.
Anyway, I can find a bone to pick with just about everything so there's my rant for the day. Regardless of my nitpicking I did really enjoy the article. So many people don't understand the pain athletes go through for the love of their sport and this article does a great job of showing what keeps bringing us back. Probably won't win any converts from other sports though...
Riding is exactly that, finding that fine line between crashing and railing, between total body failure and success. If you aren't pushing your not riding hard enough.
Riding is what has defined me as a person. It means so much more than simply riding a bike. Its a passion, a lifestyle, a choice, etc
Yeah we all have scars and at some point in time have thought "why do I do this to myself?" but that all becomes apparent the next time you get on your bike. There is nothing else in the world that can push me to failure physically and mentally yet still keep me smiling.
I'm currently sitting here with a f*cked up knee because of a crash next weekend, what do i do? Give up riding?
f*ck that, bought some better pads this morning, psyched up to get back on the bike again!!
About danger, imagine this article be read by Stephan Peterhansel or Carlo Saiz, two living legends of motorsports, they would die laughing. The same applies to broken bones and bruises, have you ever watched a video regarding parkour on youtube? Have you ever met or speak to an "F-16" pilot? Perhaps to these people we might look like a bunch of losers, wearing pyjamas and fancy helmets riding a plain device without engine (parkour doesn’t need engine of course, neither the help of a bike).
Do you really think that Steve Peat, Greg Minnaar, Sam Hill etc choose downhill because of the risk that is involved? It comes with the job and they have accepted it. They choose downhill due to the fun as well as they like it more than other sports but I guess they don't feel sorry for the rest of the sports.
I do mtb for fun you do it for fun as well simple as that. If I wanted more broken bones, scars, injuries, blood you name it, I would have joined the front.
can't stop riding.