To put some joie into your trail riding, just let the children take the lead
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Family Vacations, Summer 1997
In ten years of mountain biking, my cadence may be better, my aerobic memory stronger, but local trails are like a movie I’ve watched too many times. I know what lies around the next bend, where the tricky rock sequence bubbles on the edge, exactly how long it will take to get to the turn-around. I find myself watching my heart monitor more
The remedy, I’ve found, is kids. My two new bike buddies are ten-year-old twins Angelica and Caroline, and thanks to them, my second sight has been renewed. We set off recently on a desert trail with me whining an annoyingly adult mantra–Got enough water? Enough air in your tires? Are those helmet straps as tight as they can be? The girls weren’t concerned with their hardware.
But back at the car, the two agreed that the water crossings were the highlights of the ride–both the best and the worst part simultaneously. Like a Goosebumps book, they were scary but surmountable, one facet of the unknown ahead.
“It’s a lot more fun on a trail because you don’t know what’s there,” said Angelica. “We’ve been around our block about 5,000 times.” For me, the pace may have been slower than usual but the adrenaline level was much higher–next time I’ll leave my heart monitor at home.