I thank my husband for getting me back on the bike and into road biking. I bought a sport touring bike, built up my endurance and we enjoyed weekend and week-long cycling adventures together. We rode century rides (100 miles) and I did back-to-back centuries one weekend.
A few years later my husband asked, “Do you think you’d like mountain biking?”
“Well, I love being in the woods and I love to ride, so what’s not to like?”, I replied.
So I bought a used Trek hardtail to give it a try. And I’ve never looked back!
Unfortunately, the only people I knew at the time who mountain biked were a bunch of my husband’s friends. They were all strong riders. I tried to keep up but I didn’t have a clue about technical skills. All I could do was use muscle and speed (a.k.a. brute force and ignorance) to make my way through technical sections.
That technique didn’t usually work so well and I would often go home with bruises and scrapes. Big bruises sometimes! But because I loved riding in the woods so much I didn’t let getting beat up stop me. However, it did get old.
I definitely learned the HARD way!