It was a damp Saturday morning as I had one foot cut into my mountain bike while there more likely than not been thirty of us arranged onto the beginning line of this 15 mile mountain bike race. As I remained there I looked over at alternate contenders, some of whom had what resembled a bundle of flame in their eyes while others had tore leg mountain bike. They all sat onto their bikes, some of witch were carbon fiber bikes, hard tail and full suspension bikes and even a couple of 29ers. Here I am with just a time of experience riding on single track trails with my Trek full suspension mountain bike as I endeavored to keep myself siphoned up for what could possibly be an extremely tiring race. Before the gunfire was heard, I kept my hands loose on the handle bar grasps, just giving up to ensure my gloves were on tight, my cap was balanced appropriately and I took a couple of tastes from the Camelbak hydration framework that was lashed to me. When the firearm went off and was heard everywhere throughout the mountain bike park, we were all in a dash to leave the beginning line while cutting in and maneuvering for position like a group of wild creatures as we advanced from the open field and into the single track trails. As I continued switching gears, glancing around at the riders before me and contemplating what I would experience amid the race, I had an idea in the back of my psyche.
I contemplated what drove me to purchase a mountain bike, to what extent would it take before I would wind up sufficiently certain to ride through tough landscape, bend trails and soak slopes. Could this new game help me out in the other perseverance sports that I contend in?
With the foundation of a separation sprinter, and a marathon runner, mountain biking would profit me. Somewhat more than 18 months before this race, a companion persuaded me to purchase a reasonable hard tail mountain bike to take part in gathering rides in the winter time where we would complete a ton slope rehashes on a twenty mile circle on asphalt. These exercises would keep us fit as a fiddle through the winter so we would all be in an ideal situation for the forthcoming marathon season. When springtime moved around and I needed to get into freeing on single track trails that offer curves, rough territory and soak slopes, I understood that the bike that I as of now had was deficient for this kind of freeing. So then I ended up purchasing a Trek full suspension mountain bike. The more I rode my new bike at the neighborhood mountain bike stops, the more I acknowledged having a middle of the road level bike. He way the double suspension was pardoning on the landscape of the trails alongside how well the tires gave me enough footing through the diverse trail conditions were only two or three key highlights that I started to acknowledge about this bike.