If you asked me 3 years ago when I first started if I would ride a mountain bike, you would have got a blank “no “. It has grown on me over the years and something that I always wanted to try. I had fun exploring the Blue Mountains, down south at Wingello State forest and some trails around at home. I did have one embarrassing stack, miss judging the width of my handlebars and hit both trees. Nevertheless I was in the bushes on the side of the track. Learnt my lesson. I loved single track, gaining some good skills especially when the rain came pouring down. I think I still have sore wrists from the first time I went downhill, grabbing onto the handlebars so tight. It could also be from my multiple attempts to master handstands and cartwheels. Wouldn’t say the circus would want me anytime soon. It was something different to the normal road riding we do throughout the season and something I will sure do in the off season next year.