Looking back at some of my recent work reveals a focus on a bunch of new components and bikes, a couple of short pieces on a chain tool and tasty energy bar, and a jumble of words that add up to me complaining about trails being toned down
so more people take part in our beloved sport. Given all of that, I wouldn't blame you for assuming that I'm a bit of a a*shole who glares at babies, hates puppies, and takes life way too seriously. However, my co-workers, past teachers, and current girlfriend will all unhappily attest to that not being the case, and that I often sport a shit eating grin for no obvious reason other than whatever mountain bike ride I did last. That's as good a reason as any, right? After all, I have more smile-inducing moments during an average pedal through the forest than I'd get from spending an hour in a bouncy castle with Scarlett Johansson, although I would love to test that theory out to be sure.
Friends, bikes, and mountains. It doesn't get much better, does it?
That train of thought - the bit about riding, not Scarlett - got me thinking about what I enjoy most about being on my bike, something that turned out to be a really hard thing for me to pinpoint. I can tell you why I need Tim Hortons everyday of the week (it's obviously the small amount of cocaine that they put in the coffee and donuts), and justify my belief that every bike should be black (it's the best colour, duh) and how no bikes should come with a handlebar that measures less than 780mm (it's the best width, duh), but I can't give you one main reason why pedalling a bike on singletrack makes me happier than anything else in this world. Even more than the thought of Ms. Johansson battling gravity in an inflatable kid's play park. Can you?