That moment

[mike]

There's usually one every ride, the one that highlights the ride, becomes permanently logged as a great memory.

The weazle's leading down Sierra Canyon, getting some speed going, whipping past trees, traversing a steep-ish hillside. She hits one of many rolling dips and the trail gets a little off camber...top of the dip is a pine tree on the DH side, and she is heading straight for it. (Generally not a great thing for a SO to be viewing live.) She taps a little brake and the rear drifts left, a little right redirection to slip past the tree without even losing much speed, feet firmly on the flats. Ho man, that was something to see...thinking how far she's come as a rider, and how she made that look so natural and easy. That was the moment!

 

[MTBZen]

When I first started riding a few years ago I was horribly out of shape and fairly hefty (still a Clydesdale btw, but in slightly better shape)....a short flat ride was a marathon for me. I remember the moment I rode Chino Hills State Park from the golf course in Corona, up Lower Aliso to Bane Canyon and finally made it up the little paved section of hill to the picnic table and lookout area. It seemed like such a long, strenuous ride at the time...and for a guy at my level of fitness, it was. I sat at that table overlooking the canyon below, took off my gloves and helmet and basked in the glory. I just vividly remember thinking how good life is, how lucky I am to be able to experience even something little like this and just got overwhelmed by a moment of "stasis" as I think someone on this board once described such a feeling. Everything seemed right and balanced and just all around "good." Endorphins were pouring in and working their magic (or maybe it was just an oxygen deprived hallucination right before that moment of passing out...) That was my moment.....to this day, every time I ride there, I take a second to stop at that lookout, take a deep breath and relive that simple little event.

 

[mike]

When I first started riding a few years ago I was horribly out of shape and fairly hefty (still a Clydesdale btw, but in slightly better shape)....a short flat ride was a marathon for me. I remember the moment I rode Chino Hills State Park from the golf course in Corona, up Lower Aliso to Bane Canyon and finally made it up the little paved section of hill to the picnic table and lookout area. It seemed like such a long, strenuous ride at the time...and for a guy at my level of fitness, it was. I sat at that table overlooking the canyon below, took off my gloves and helmet and basked in the glory. I just vividly remember thinking how good life is, how lucky I am to be able to experience even something little like this and just got overwhelmed by a moment of "stasis" as I think someone on this board once described such a feeling. Everything seemed right and balanced and just all around "good." Endorphins were pouring in and working their magic (or maybe it was just an oxygen deprived hallucination right before that moment of passing out...) That was my moment.....to this day, every time I ride there, I take a second to stop at that lookout, take a deep breath and relive that simple little event.

Nice one, @MTBZen Sounds like you found some zen, stasis, or something really good up there.

 

[Redman]

When I first started riding a few years ago I was horribly out of shape and fairly hefty (still a Clydesdale btw, but in slightly better shape)....a short flat ride was a marathon for me. I remember the moment I rode Chino Hills State Park from the golf course in Corona, up Lower Aliso to Bane Canyon and finally made it up the little paved section of hill to the picnic table and lookout area. It seemed like such a long, strenuous ride at the time...and for a guy at my level of fitness, it was. I sat at that table overlooking the canyon below, took off my gloves and helmet and basked in the glory. I just vividly remember thinking how good life is, how lucky I am to be able to experience even something little like this and just got overwhelmed by a moment of "stasis" as I think someone on this board once described such a feeling. Everything seemed right and balanced and just all around "good." Endorphins were pouring in and working their magic (or maybe it was just an oxygen deprived hallucination right before that moment of passing out...) That was my moment.....to this day, every time I ride there, I take a second to stop at that lookout, take a deep breath and relive that simple little event.

 

[DangerDirtyD]

That I got off my bike and walked the last steep rock garden on CarWreck a few weeks ago. Yea...I replay that when I lay my head down at night and close my eyes to sleep it off.

Having recently cleaned Widow-Maker in Webb Canyon on a Bomb Squad deployment, there is no excuse (other than the fact the leader Randall slowed to a dab in front of me and psyched me out; yea, there is no remount on that section with a 14” BB). No excuse, I say, and I shall return in all my knucklehead glory within the next few years to redeem myself.

 

[mountaingirl sara]

Cant say I’ve had “a moment” as I’ve had many. Usually when I hit the top of Golden Eagle for the 4mi “extra credit” I get that crazy person smile and feel like I could ride forever. You can’t explain the feeling to a non mtn biker, even the hard work of climbing is bliss in a strange psychotic way
There’s a saying “fun, doesn’t have to be fun” I totally get that.