Essay about Mountain Biking

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Mountain Biking

I have come to love bicycles in the course of the past year. I am especially fond of mountain bikes, including my own. Riding it opens up a whole new world of opportunities and challenges for me. I am still fairly fresh to the whole mountain biking scene, so I push myself to become better with more experience. Riding is an outlet; it is something I can channel pent up energy through. I love the sport because it is a full body, soul, and mind experience that affects all five of the senses.

I see the bike. I notice its worn, but once clean and pristine frame that beckons me to ride. Its sharp, bright colors are like a simple painting, only on aluminum, not canvas. Its aggressive look tells me that I can ride
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After moving for a while, I hit my first hill and fire seems to take ever my legs as I push myself to my limits. As the trail continues to move underneath me, I begin to hear the bike. As I hit a water bar or a drop-off I hat the clinking of my tools in their case on the side of the bike. Then I notice how the chain smacks against the frame on a particularly rough terrain. When I feel confident enough, I will hear the rear wheel skidding across the dirt, as I pull a nice speed slide through a turn. After my body is somewhat numb to what I am sensing, I begin to notice new awareness of other sensations. Now that I have been on the bike for a while, I am rather saturated with perspiration. I can now taste the sweat as it rolls down my face, picking up dirt as it goes, and then mixing with my saliva on my lips, and then into my parched mouth. I reach for my bottle of water to quench my thirst. The water is warm, because of the sun beating down on it. I pour it into my mouth and across my face as I slow down my pace to keep from crashing. The water’s taste is not spectacular, because of its temperature and the mud caked on the spout of the bottle. To the hot and tired rider like me, its flavor is wonderful. Lastly, I start to notice the smells of riding on the trail. As my blood is stripped of its oxygen while pumping through my legs, my lungs gasp for more to air to

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