Professional Mountain Bike Riders
My First Experience As A Biker
As a mild mannered professional working at a law firm I rarely get the opportunity to break out into areas outside my comfort zone. However, I promised myself I would change this. At the outset, I decided to make a list of all things I wanted to do. Then I realized, this is exactly what I did not want to do. Make a list.
So I darted out of the office and jumped in my SUV and let the road take me. At that moment, I remembered the thrill and joy of the open road I had once experienced as a teenager. I remember the first time I learned to drive and how cool I thought it was. Rolling down the windows looking at the road ahead. I felt freedom then. How can I feel that way again.
The traffic light stopped me. As I awaited the green, I turned to my right to see a well outfitted man and his significant other on a noisemaker. It was a stylish, yet rugged looking bike. He looked like a model dressed as a bike rider. He wore a well maintained leather jacket that looked almost new. He was covered from head to toe with a black helmet, gloves, and stylish leather boots. It was hard to tell his age. His female companion also appeared attractive and dressed in a similar fashion. This was my calling.
I suddenly knew what I yearned for: to ride a motorcycle. I had to test drive one at the very least. I figured I might even be able to get a weekend lease to see how I enjoyed the machine. I steered my auto directly home. As I slowly parked in the garage, I was confronted by my other failed attempts. For instance, a jet ski, fishing rods, and alpine skiing equipment. But this time it would be different. I went inside to look for a local dealer.
My conviction was strong. The main reason was that this was a more convenient outlet. I did not need a large body of water or ski slope in order to obtain this feeling. I could hop on my hog and take a ride. I could do this almost anytime I yearned for the open road. After find a business directory, I made a list of the local motorcycle shops. The first one I decided to go to was a domestic manufacturer with a strong reputation.
Upon entering, I was approached by a salesperson who turned out to be very knowledgeable and helpful. He was dressed very well with a noticeable stylish men’s sport watch. He was able to give me a breakdown of the various models, options, accessories, and prices. I conveyed to him my yearning. He understood. His advice was to test drive a low rider with high handle bars. I was ready to go. He let me test drive it. I then inquired if it were possible to rent it for the weekend.
He replied quite affirmatively. He had received similar inquiries before. There were many customers who wanted to try on the bike before making a full purchase. Making an immediate commitment seemed a little out of place given the freedom they were looking to sell. Also, there are the considerations of one’s spouse and relatives. I signed the appropriate papers and went out on the open road.
Mammoth Mountain Biking ft Tilford / Bereman / Leocata / Hernandez
