I've always liked hearing stories about how fellow riders were introduced to mountain biking, the tales that detail the beginnings of what often turns into a lifetime spent putting two wheels to dirt. It doesn't take much to get sucked into the mountain biking world, and sometimes those origin stories can be as simple as seeing a video or a still image and being inspired to grab a bike and give it a go.
Personally, I was lucky enough to get started fairly early, thanks to a middle school friend. His stories of racing through the East Coast woods, tales of battling it out with other riders through mud, roots, and rock gardens had me intrigued, and it wasn't long before I was fully hooked, an addiction that's persisted for nearly twenty years now. Of course, it's beneficial to have a mentor for those early days, someone that can help you sort out the little details that make life easier for newcomers to the sport, offering tips on technique, maintenance, or the importance of not wearing underwear under your chamois. Mentors can come in many forms, whether it's friends, relatives, or local clubs who help spread the mountain biking bug, and in a pinch even the internet and magazines can serve as electronic mentors for riders who live where the local riding scene is non-existent.
Pinkbike's Share the Ride charity drive helps get bikes to kids who might not otherwise be able to afford one, spreading the joy of cycling to another generation. Photo: Margus Riga
The age that new riders are being introduced to the sport continues to drop, and with the advent of scoot bikes, it's not out of the ordinary to see a three-year-old pedaling around on a bike, no training wheels required. These kids are the future of the sport, and youngster's like
Jackson Goldstone and
Finn Finestone are prime examples of what happens when you grow up in mountain bike's Disneyland (Whistler) and have parents that recognize the benefits of cycling. The next generation of riders will soon be pushing the limits of what's possible on a mountain bike to previously unimaginable heights, hopefully inspiring another crop of young riders to get off the couch and into the woods on a bike.
There are two polls this week - who introduced you to mountain biking, and how old were you? Think back to those early days and answer away.
Who introduced you to mountain biking?
How old were you when you started mountain biking?
I became a bike messenger in Salt Lake City within 4 months. 4 years later I went on to work at a bike shop and another 4 years later moved to San Jose CA to work for Rockshox.
It was the right choice.
My dad then sadly stopped, and so did I, until I started downhill when I was about 13. (Ironically I was better when I was 6).
Now I'm a full on bike enthusiast, slightly obsessive, and am despiratelty trying to get my dad back into it. (Xc over downhill - I can't imagine he would excel at dh thoug he does laugh at me when I go out all kitted up on a 200mm travel bike and do what he used to do in the 90s on a hardtail with 80mm of shitty suspension! Times have changed!)
Thank you Drop In. I f*cking miss your episodes and just miss being able to live the 'life on the road' for bikers through a show.. makes me wanna start up a road trip show (Y)
I got introduced to MTB in 99 when local riders decided to build track for at that time really popular dual slalom right next to my home. So when big boys finished riding we, kids, went to give it a try. That was the steepes track in national series and no match for 10 year olds on supermarket bikes but it got us hooked in and 15 years later it is on us to introduce new generation to this absolutely beautiful sport ( term lifestyle became a bit of cliche but in reality it is still the best description what all this means to us ). Damn I miss those times, being on bike right after school till the nightfall, now it is hard to get any riding at all due to jobs and all commitments...
The moral of the story is: buy the f*ckin' turnies cos unless you're Greg Minaar your bike is not going to get you more bikes, pussy, and drunk.
I know that if I would have gone the DJ route back in the 90's I would have gotten heavily involved in drugs. Cycling has kept me in balance.
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He was fat and kind of the butt of every joke. He left after highschool to go become a car doctor (mechanic) at some technical school, and when he came home he was surprisingly badass with how well he could turn a wrench. The guy got a job at a car dealership and met another friend there who got him on a bike. He was riding a road bike to work and back every day, and I watched as this guys life turned around. He lost tons of weight, was confident, started letting go of his insecurities and finding his niches that made him happy. Getting him on a bike was the best thing ever. I still didn't care about bikes, I was just happy to see him becoming the best version of himself.
Fast forward like a year or two later, this mother f*cker somehow dragged me to crankworx with him and his biking friend. Crankworx 2012 I think. They help me put together a Transition Gran Mal to ride up there and this was my first real mountain biking experience. Like heroine. We watched the whip off. We watched joyride. I had my first exposure to the entire mountain biking community. They started pointing out the joyride legends, the big names. For the first time in my life I found a niche that I wanted to be a part of. My fat friend who was no longer fat was shredding trails, I was so freaking impressed. He was in way better shape then me, and this was the coolest stuff ever. His friend ended up becoming a good friend of mine too, and our old high school group soon fell apart and this group of friends came together. Both of them are quitting their dayjobs and throwing their savings into opening a mountain bike shop here in Woodinville, WA (Coastal Cycleworks, should be opening its doors in January!)
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Fast forward again to after Crankworx. We didn't really ride together after that. I sold my Gran Mal to my friends and got rid of my gear. It was fun, but I figured it was just a flavor of the month thing. Next Crankworx rolls around and they somehow dragged me into it again. Swear I was hooked for good this time. Nope. After Crankworx I slipped back into my depression and distanced myself from all my friends. Went into the biggest dark point of my entire life, fell off the face of the planet forever. It wasn't until Spring, when they both reached out to me to get me on a bike again when I realized the exercise and adrenaline I get from biking is literally the antidote for my depression. I built up my very first real park bike (TR250) and made the most of this third season. I hit Stevens Bike Park at least 10 times and did the Crankworx trip again (I was the f*cker in the pigeon mask at Joyride). Finally tried riding alone, realized I progressed a buttload. Somehow I believed in myself enough to know I had what it took to really kill it on a mountain bike, and that being on a bike made me happy. Best season to date. This was this past summer.
Recently sold the TR250, looking to learn how to build my own bike this winter and working on a way to get on a road bike so I can be on a bike year round, commute to work on one, and also build something else to play in the woods after work. I left out a lot of shitty gritty details about some times when I was in a hole, but there's no doubt that mountain biking did what no doctor could. I've never been so content with life, everything around me is seemingly improving. My relationships with people are awesome, I don't randomly fall off the planet and not talk to my friends for 6 months, I was part of my former-fat-friends wedding a couple weeks ago. It's weird to credit so much of it to biking, but my god biking has absolutely brought me salvation of sorts.
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Looking back, there's a few things that I wish were different for biking. Coming into it so late into the game is really weird (lots of you have been doing this since your tweenz), but it allows me to see things from a somewhat fresh-eyed perspective.
First thing's first - the barriers to entry to get into mountain biking, especially park riding, are WAY too expensive and confusing. People look at the price of bikes and will never ever consider it again. I consider myself lucky to have been dragged to Crankworx to rekindle the love of being on a bike, something I thought I had grown out of and happily learned that it's an excitement that never goes away no matter how old you are.
Second, the availability of bike parts in stores is awful. Your local bike shop might have lots of cool shit, but realistically if there's certain things you are after you can spend weeks hunting for a part. The market for mountain biking is very interesting, it has a very community-driven economy yet the card holders (big manufacturers) are really difficult with how they distribute their products. It's easy to walk into any bike shop and say hey give me any bike I wanna go mountain biking, but it's hard to have an exact bike or part in mind that you want and be able to get it anywhere, even online. Sometimes having to use bike shops as a middle man to get certain products is extremely time consuming and painful.
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Third, the thing so much of us struggle with... places to ride. Duthie Hill is a local spot in my state (WA) that seems to have somehow done the trail-building thing right. They didn't go renegade, they worked with the city council, they got donors and even huge grants from the city to make something that was protected under law. No angry mom can walk in and sue Duthie, no fat angry old men can come in and tear down jumps and get rid of it. I understand city councils are god awful to deal with, but if you are struggling to keep your trails hidden from the public eye and trying to go full renegade with your spots, I urge you to look towards the story of Duthie and use it as leverage and an example of what a positive impact a piece of land sanctioned for mountain biking can do for communities. That spot absolutely thrives, it might not be as big as the bike parks I enjoy, but it's the spot we take people to try and get them into mountain biking.
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tl;dr - bieks man
I don't get this so very american obsession with the sport must grow and the sport must change so it can survive.
That's total BS! first off all why wouldn't it survive? Are you worried about the industry? There is also the possibility of small and healthy
And second what does someone who likes riding mountain bikes gain from growing and mountain biking getting more popular than it is? The only thing that would happen more people on trails and therefore more problems with with non-bikers which again would most likely result in mountain bikers getting banned from more trails that they are right now...
You are 3 seasons into the sport and therefore probably don't remember mountain biking in the 90s. Everything, especially in the US was hyped, there was MTB on mainstream TV, there where huge money loaded sponsors pumping money into the sports, there used to be athletes making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year but it was a bubble just like real-estate, and than some day as it always does it busted.
A lot of the small independent bike companies went into bankruptcy if they haven't already before because the could not afford to go the pace of the bigger once, pay athletes or compete in international racing any more because it all got simply to expensive.
Example: Back in these days there was Bontrager, there was Klein and Gary Fisher, legendary names. Everything that is left from these guys 20 years later is a name on plastic bottle cages for Trek...
What we should do is wish for is small and healthy... in the end we are mountain bikers and not stock brokers and we should care about riding and not growth rates...
Went riding at park, discovered MTB trails there, just started riding them, got addicted, rest is history.
I did it all on a $100 hard-tail from Walmart while everyone was riding Kona Stinky's and the like. I crashed (hard) over 5 times but I never had so much fun on a bike before. After dropping MTB for a couple years while living on Van island I moved back to my hometown where I watched Seasons by The Collective. That movie was the best, and it totally got me hooked again. I later found some like-minded guys to try riding with. I then went and bought myself a Norco Shore to try and keep up. The rest is history.
It was a GT Tequesta with the crazy black with white splatters paint job and the weird matching flat quill stem they came with.
Those were good days, wish my bro was still here to go on epic rides with.
Going back to the first place I ever rode XC at with him (Swinley forrest) by my self now just isn't the same but reminds me of a lot of awesome weekends.
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Nothing changes...
I went to the south of france that summer to work as an outdoor instructor and took my bike with me, on my days off I'd ride it up the local hill and down the footpaths, and generally explore all of the footpaths I could find. It felt amazing.
In my third year of university I bought a car so I could take myself and my mates to the trails. I'd upgraded about everything on my bike at this point, It was running great apart from a little clunking sound, I had no idea what it was. I was going to the trails 3-4 times a week with my enthusiastic housemate, we pushed ourselves to ride faster and further every time. We had a tradition of stopping at macdonnalds on the way home, covered in mud we'd order about 6 meals between 2 of us and cover their white seats in mud and leave puddles on the floor wherever we went. It was out release from staying inside and writing essays, we loved it. The small clunk developed into a big clunk, and it turned out my frame was wearing out around the suspension pivots. I couldn't afford a new one so I fixed it with tin foil and washers and kept riding, it lasted until I had enough money for me to buy a new frame in the Christmas sales.
At 40 and just north of 18 stone I was stuck in a rut (not to mention the arm chair ) and needed something as gym work is bloody boring.
So after destroying a Halfords Special ; Apollo Guru anyone ?? I was hooked
The only issue is my now friend told me a load of lies
It'll be cheap he said
It doesnt hurt falling in the mud he said
So 3 broken ribs 1 cracked pelvis + nerve damage oh and the bank manager wanted a word too .
In fairness he has probably extended my life another 5-10 years ; trouble is there the 1's at the end
Thanks to sites like this for keeping us all stoked.
Favorite "light bulb" moment for me was 14 years ago..."Ohhhhh I said... There's a "mountain" in mountain biking.... got it!"
First real MTB was in 1997, long time after the last MX bike had been sold.
I got my first fully ridged MTB in 2007 in age of 16. It was 2nd hand for about 30$ and ment to be commuter. And I thought myself: nobby tires and gears... damn! I need to ride this thing in woods...
Honestly all of the stories are super cool to read, and its really hard to think of myself being a part of any other sport/community. I've made some of my best friends though mt biking.
HANDS DOWN the best experience in life I've had so far was this past summer's whistler trip, got to shotgun redbulls with tippie on hecklers rock, ripping trails all day and enjoying it all with my favorite people.
BRAPPPPPPP!!!!
Then about 10 years later my cousin bought a customised Kona Kikapu and let me ride it - so I can say that he introduced me to the "real" mountain biking. Later I bought the bike from him
this frame
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with this fork
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Then my "friend" got it stolen - dick head
then I got a Specialized Rockhopper
and about fifteen bikes later, I ride an Intense M9 and Tracer 275
still miss that old beater....
That being said, strangely, the only other thing that keeps my head in the zone as much is riding the velodrome. Highly recommended.
Seriously, Mountainbiking keeps me somewhat adjusted; I never feel bad after a good rip on the bike.
Skateboard -> BMX -> MTB ... thats my story.
Nuff said.