So I got my first mountain bike 2 weeks ago (Trek 4500). I've mostly been doing street work. Down some large hills to a flat stretch of riverwalk, about 5-8 miles, then back up the hills (about 1 mile of hills). Some of the parts I’ve already swapped (lizard skin grips, and WTB saddle, the stock ones were crap). So today I get a bug and decide to finally get out on the trail.
Thanks to a forum member named Infidelity, I took a drive over to the Wissahickon Valley trails in Fairmount Park (Pennsylvania). After about 5 minutes I was sweating buckets and trying to catch my breath, it was awesome. That was some hard riding. Rock, roots, downed trees, uphill, downhill, just about anything you can ask for.
So I follow a trail sign that will take me back to my car. It’s all downhill, every 50 or so yards are what look like a man made jumps (about 1 1/2 feet high). I go over the first few slow and spot one about 30 yards away that looks doable. I say “What the hell?” I speed up, hit it like I should (remembering my bmx days), lift my front wheel and pedal through the jump, land on both wheels and realize I have 2 fingers of each hand resting on my breaks. I felt like I had absolutely no control over my handlebars and my front wheel turns and I go down. Luckily a picker bush broke my fall.
That was great fun. Tomorrow I’m going to a park called Pennypack for more abuse.