The first time I went mountain bike riding it wasn’t love at first sight.

By the end of the ride my butt cheeks felt bruised, my fingers were locked onto the brakes, and I was hungry as hell. There was zero desire to drop all my life savings on a new bike and ride off into the sunset. That feeling came after my 3^rd ride. The 3^rd ride was magic.

Picking up a little more speed, smiling instead of screaming, as the air rushed past me. I was starting to get some height up the bank of the berms as I came around corners, the adrenaline was building through my body, and I quickly realised why everyone was obsessed with bikes. Needless to say, at the end of that ride I went straight to the bike store and bought a bike that was more expensive than my car, but worth every penny.

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