I read an interesting article the other day. It stressed that it is the highs and lows in life that we remember, not the mundane. And it suggests that you allow yourself to make bad decisions every now and then to keep things lively. The article is rooted in mountain biking, but the 3 tips set forth seem quite adaptable to other interests.
- Just Buy the Bike Already – I know for a fact that they won’t turn your power off until you miss four months of bills
- Choose Unrealistic Goals – Shit talking and then backing it up with skills and fitness only means that you’re an a*shole, but there’s really nothing wrong with talking a big game and then failing spectacularly
- Set Aside your Health and Well-Being – I’d say that the most important thing you need to start doing is to stop caring. Not just about what others think about you, but about your general health and well-being. Your goal should be to come home just before your significant other dials up the local search and rescue
Read the entire article here.
There are those that would describe this advice as irresponsible, but those people probably take things too seriously and I don’t have time to worry about them. Depending on your perspective though, you might agree that this article holds a lot of wisdom. I know I do.
I related to several specific references in the article.
Last year, a group of us rode from Durango, CO to Moab, UT. A lot of people asked us why we would do that. Those are the people that should seriously take this article to heart. Oh, and there is a faction of the same group that is seriously talking about attempting the Ride the Divide. Yeah, that’s 2700 miles of off-road riding from Banff Canada to Antelope Wells, NM along the Continental Divide. Why wouldn’t you want to do that?
Just riding mountain bikes requires you to put your well-being aside to some degree. I’m sure we’d be hard-pressed to count the scrapes, bruises, and lingering scars we’ve received from this activity we love. Heck, as I type this, my ribs are healing for the 2nd time in about 2 years, and I have a few buddies that have unset broken bones. A couple of months ago, my man Lucaca hit a jump in Dupont State Forest that he had no business hitting, and he paid the price. Guess what? We were still talking about it last night!
Speaking of last night, against our better judgment (or in spite of it), a few of us loaded up the bikes and headed out to the trails between afternoon thunderstorms. There is always a chance the trails are dry, right? Well, they weren’t, and as we tooled around on the fire roads the skies opened up on us. Sure, riding in the woods during a thunderstorm is not the smartest idea in the world, so we decided to stop for a beer and discuss our wayward decision.
We’ve all committed to lines, hit drops, or put ourselves in situations that weren’t so smart. It almost always works out. Heh. Oh, and we’ve also passed the Fireball around the circle a time or two. What’s awesome is that I cannot think of any “regrettable mountain bike memories”. They are all good and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.