
Panoramic view of Boise!
I grew up with a mountain bike and went on family rides here and there. Then I went to the San Juan Islands on my mountain bike (because I wouldn't have it any other way) with Mom and Cam and I don't think I have touched my bike since. That was over ten years ago! Despite talking about that trip frequently and even wanting to go back, it was that trip that made me hate biking.
Zac grew up on a BMX bike and a motorcycle. I tried getting into dirt biking...we got a bike for me and I was all decked out in super cute black and pink Fox gear. However, it only took the annoying ruts in trails and one too many wrecks to decide dirt biking wasn't for me. While Zac loved the sport, he found himself going less and less. So he sold both of our bikes and we were bikeless.
Last spring Zac decided he wanted to try mountain biking. He bought a bike off of Craig's List and started going. He fixed up my old Specialized from high school and I went out a few times with him. It didn't take long until we both realized that we enjoyed the sport and we both needed new bikes. We found a screaming good deal on a Specialized for me...plus it's orange...it was meant to be. It has front suspension and disc brakes, that's all I cared about. Zac opted for a new 29er. We both love our bikes! Plus he was able to sell both of our old bikes on Craig's List.
Zac and I
Going up Elephant Rock trail. It doesn't look steep but it is. In fact, I almost made it up the first time, but then tipped over. I was so close. Zac suggested I go back down to the bottom of the hill and try it again....so I did....this is round two of the hill and on the second time I made it up!
Zac up on Elephant Rock
And the epitome of my first crash on my new bike. I was doing great! We were on the downhill, I was screaming having so much fun when I got into some sand....I don't know if my front tire just got wobbly in the sand or if I accidentally put on the front brake, but regardless I crashed hard. I nailed my front handle bars and knocked the wind out of me, so I couldn't breathe and I was covered in dirt. When Zac picked up my bike, the front tire and handle bars made a 90 degree angle. I broke the back brake lever off, messed up the fork, handle bars are super lose, and the front tire wobbles. I did some pretty good damage. I'm super bummed! I'm hoping we can get it into a bike shop to get an idea of how much it will cost to repair it. Despite being pretty beat up (I fell hard), I have two bruises on my thigh (both the size of a softball), a bruise on my hip, my ribs hurt, both elbows are scraped up and I'm sore all over...I want to get my bike fixed and get back on the trails.