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davidpr2 mikekazimer's article
Oct 17, 2017 at 16:28
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It's Going to Be Harder to Qualify for a DH World Cup in 2018
OH GOD NO, i am so sorry for the fellow privateers among us, this is bad news. very, very bad news. in my opinion,the Downhil series should move out of the UCI. it almost seems like the UCI is killing the sport.
davidpr2 EwiaProduction's article
Oct 5, 2017 at 15:37
Oct 5, 2017
Choice: Before Work Ride or Not - Video
oh I might not have worked to earn bred yet, HAHA I am just 21 but I used to do pre-school rides and always came late to school, sometimes, of course, i was too tired to do those rides but I still made it late to school, when I started doing volunteering job I did the same and getting late because of rides became kind of an issue, until I started studying PT ( Physiotherapy) I was still enjoying the bike ride, and always too my enduro since I was always attracted to discovering paths that weren't direct... so, of course, i came late sometimes. I realized that school and "normal" work isn't for me, and I have no problem eating pasta for 3 months straight so... now I am riding my bike, as much as I want, doing some super easy job here and there to keep me floating over water and trying to make my dream job come true, riding my bike in the mornings is an easy thing for me. always has been. Hope you guys are doing what you love as well. :) cheers!
davidpr2 diamondbackbikes's article
Sep 28, 2017 at 15:22
Sep 28, 2017
Mike Hopkins' Skidsville - Photo And Video Epic
Riding bikes have started with my sister and my dad. my Sister being the person who thought me how to ride a bike when I came to Germany, and my dad well, he went to the woods with me, to go explore the routes of our surroundings, he is the one who thought me how to shift gears and not step off the bike when it got difficult. and my sister is the person who thought how to keep my feed's spinning, and the rubber side down. it all started with the 2 times falling and standing back up. it all started with my father showing me how to change a tire, how to change brakes, how to fix gears and from there, I took off. it is when I started to drag my Dad back to the bike he once loved to ride with friends in a group where he would maybe not win the climb but catch up on the decent, as he used to tell me. it was then, where he encouraged me to ride a short steep section, it was then where I began to push him and not the other way round. he was there, and the stepping stones of my skills from now. he is far more than just my Dad, and well yes. Quite frankly he had his methods, but so do we all, and I don't blame him for his, after all, I am not as bad as I might sometimes think I am. it all started on the street, running the bike up and down, riding it over the stairs outside our home, it was where I began to make ramps and use old things my dad used to make for us little groomies fighting, laughing, hugging, crying Living. it started with the balance. with losing it, and gaining it again. it started with learning how to fix things that seemed so unfixable. he thought me in some way I can only see nowadays. to keep calm and steady, wait and be ready for when a solution, the option for a solution appears, and to focus on it with hunting eyes for glory. he thought me how to be competitive, and it was me who went from there to who I am now. a supposed to be an ONLY fun trip with friends to a bike park that is not just dangerous once you lose concentration to, a simple another day with the bike and friends. they will have fun, but so will I, perhaps different, but certainly fun as well. behind a serious face under the helmet and behind glasses is a grinning child laughing its ass off full of joy. I remember when that serious face first appeared, it was in a village with my brother and a friend, it was a short circle with narrow paths we used to cycle up and down it, it was tricky and difficult to pass somehow we managed to pass each other, it was when I truly had fun, it was when I learned to bind with my brother and enjoy our time. it was when I was happy without grinning. it was with my brother and a family member who I went for my longest bike ride yet. 50 something Km and coming home to eat some well-deserved fish. it was that evening when I went out to skate and ride my bike as fast as I could as far as I could. and along my path on the bike, I found my self-encountering important people in my life that showed me ways to progress, it is people who support me, showed me, and encouraged me, still after so many years. to push my self and overcome fears. it is those people that are there that support me, and know me, the one person who shows compassion when I cant loose my mind and the person who was always there when I crashed and made so much possible by the far beginning. I remember you all very clearly. and I carry your names deep inside my heart. Thank you, Brother. Thank you, Sister. thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. Thanks to you, my friends and known people For making me find my self, and my purpose in life. Racing Bikes. sorry for the Text Bomb.
davidpr2 paulaston's article
Sep 26, 2017 at 13:58
Sep 26, 2017
Are You Ready For an MTB-Specific Romper? DirtLej's DirtSuit - Review
onceys are actually quite comfortable, so perhabs being in the lift on a cold day, this thing would be sweet
davidpr2 sexley's article
Sep 24, 2017 at 14:48
Sep 24, 2017
Steve Smith Memorial B.C. Cup Finals - Video
even if its a joke acount, my condolenses go to you, i miss the chainsaw and there will always only be that one #longlivechainsaw
davidpr2 mikelevy's article
Sep 19, 2017 at 4:48
Sep 19, 2017
davidpr2 pinkbikeaudience's article
Sep 13, 2017 at 0:25
Sep 13, 2017
Fasthouse Enter MTB in Spring 2018
2018 will be one heck of interesting year in the mtb industry
davidpr2 Anjuna's article
Sep 11, 2017 at 15:53
Sep 11, 2017
davidpr2 vernonfelton's article
Aug 17, 2017 at 18:15
Aug 17, 2017
Maxxis Shows Off New Downhill Tire - Crankworx Whistler 2017
id say they should be called Gnarxxis
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:34
Aug 15, 2017
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