Goddamn donuts. I don't remember my first one, but sometimes I wish that I never took that introductory bite out of my first glazed circle of goodness. It was all downhill after that, and it was because of this very Canadian dessert that I never became the racer that I was destined to be, which also kept me from becoming a multi-millionaire, having a vacation house in Whistler, and being shirtless on the cover of Men's Fitness magazine with a tan and some manly stubble on my face.
Okay, I can't really blame donuts for anything besides an extra five pounds of body fat, but I also can't say no to them. Ever. If a donut told me to inject drugs, I'd probably do it with a smile on my face so long as I could take a bite out of him afterward. That probably means that I need more discipline, but also that donuts are a vice, a weakness of character or behavior, of mine. I want to quit doing donuts, I swear, but my dealer, Tim Horton, has me hooked.
Donuts are obviously a pretty insignificant vice in the grand scheme of things, but eating one or four of them every day certainly does count as a weakness of character. And so does skidding on purpose, I've been told. I'm just as guilty for that one, too, and I know that I'm far from the only rider out there who enjoys a bit of tactless braking now and then. Depending on where you live and how you ride, other mountain bike vices may or may not include shuttling, riding in wet conditions, choosing to take the cheater/Strava lines, and maybe never doing any trail work, among others. Then again, someone once said that one man's vice is another man's virtue, a point to remember before getting up on our high horse.
So, what's your mountain biking vice?