Well, I finally know how to ride the thing. And even be comfortable riding it! A few weeks ago we went for a 4 day dirt biking trip in the mountains. I learned really fast because I just did it. Some of the trails were very tame, and some….not. By the end of the 4 days, after 142 km of various level mountain dirt bike/ATV trails, I was confident on it, and raring to go again! lol
At the start of it, though…I froze. It had been a month, or so, since I had even gotten on it, and I forgot, largely, what I was doing. I still had lots of fear of riding, because of lack of confidence. Where we had ridden before was busy, the trails moderate to difficult(so we avoided them), and the only flat place was the road in! While not ideal, it was necessary in order to learn how to shift gears. The whole time, though, I kept thinking I was going to get hit by a vehicle, so I was just tense, and I did not enjoy myself at all. So, this 4 day trip we were taking did not exactly fill me with excitement.
After practicing…on some very flat, tame trails…starting, stopping, and standing up(to go over rough spots, dips, etc.), we were ready to start doing the trails in earnest. I was last in a single file line, and that was fine with me. I get nervous otherwise, since there are no rear view mirrors. A weird psychological thing, I have, I guess. 😛
Going along on a flat, tame trail is no guarantee that it will stay that way! A lot of the time, there would be large and small puddles(it had just rained) scattered all over, and you either had to ride through them, or dodge them. Very good practice for steering and for standing! Then other times, the trail would be littered with small to large rocks, left there by flooding, etc. Dodge or go over. More practice steering and standing! There is problem solving involved as well, as you decide the easiest, or the safest way around, or through whatever the trail throws at you. By the end of the trip, I was going through the little puddles on purpose, because it was just fun!
We did some hills, as well. Big ones. Littered with river rock. Ack! A bit nerve-wracking, but after I managed them, up and down, without falling off, I was pretty proud of myself! Then there were the giant puddles in some places. Some 6 feet in diameter, covering the entire trail with no way around them! There was no choice but to charge through them. Not knowing how deep they were, or how soft the bottom. Usually the outer edges were better, but not always, as I found out. I got most of the way across one of them, and felt the bike slip, then get stuck in the deep mud at the bottom. My shifter was under water, I couldn’t find neutral, and I was panicky since I nearly went over! So, I had to be rescued. Out of a mud puddle. A mud puddle even my 8 year old managed to get across! Sheesh. 😛 They all had a hoot over that one! lol
I broke my bike in, finally….and I got muddy, and it was awesome! Woo Hoo! 😀
All in all, we ended the trip with nobody hurt, and everyone a thousand times more confident than when we started. Because after doing what were most definitely advanced intermediate trails, doing anything else was easy…. Now, I don’t fear going again. And actually look forward to it.
The scenery is gorgeous, and the riding has finally managed to be thrilling to me. We even named our bikes…There is “Beast”, “Mayhem”, “Cyclone”, “Hippie”(my little guy’s…don’t know why that name. lol), and I called mine “Rocket”. 😀 hahaha