I've been testing some 29ers recently, which has been fun, but last night I took my trusty 26" Trance out and had one of those great life affirming rides. I'd considered not going. It had been a tiring day and I felt like crap. But after a few pedal turns all the crap just melted away and there was just me and the trails. Not just any trails. Dry trails. I don't think I've ridden properly dry trails up here since last March; before the summer that wasn't and the winter that was.
I slogged up the mountain, setting a new personal record on the climb, then chased the sun back down. The bike was flowing underneath me and almost felt alive. It must be similar to the feeling horse riders get, with the advantage that your bike wont suddenly get spooked by its own shadow and throw you over a wall. After a while I realised that it wasn't the bike that was alive. I could feel the trail through the bike, but it wasn't the trail that was alive. It was me that was alive and if I wanted to keep it that way I'd better stop all this hippy day dreaming and pay attention to those rocks.
But even the rocks weren't out to get me this time. I still baulked at a few sections but really committed to a few bits that have scared me in the past and suddenly they felt easy. What's more, this time it didn't all end in a crash.
I didn't quite manage to clear a couple of sections that I'd managed (for the first time ever) on the 29er, but I came so close. With a bit more skill and a bit more practice they are there for the taking.
Anyway, this isn't meant to be yet another wheel size discussion. Quite the opposite. My point is that; whatever bike you've got; however much you may feel that you've lost interest in it and however crap you may feel; just get out and ride. You never know when the magic will come.