….when she insists on coming biking with you but then gets too nervous to ride yet too stubborn and proud to turn back!
Heh heh, sounds familiar! 😛 I started off on fireroads and bridleways then went onto Follow the Dog at Cannock Chase. I spent the first few weeks whimpers, stopping constantly, and having Mr Toast stand in the bowl berm on section 10 and rotate me around like a carousel.
Me: “I’M GOING TO FAALLLL!”
Mr Toast, sighing: “You’re not going to fall”
Still giggle about that four years on. After a couple of weeks of making sure I wasn’t going to die, we eventually started biking on our own – he’d normally catch up with me on section 14 whilst I was doing my first lap and he was on his second, and we’d do the last couple of sections together. This allowed me to go at my own pace.
Nowadays we sometimes ride together, we sometimes don’t. When we’re up in Scotland riding tougher stuff together I think it’s hard for him because he’s torn between encouraging me and worrying about pushing me beyond my limits… especially as I have a tendancy to panic brake at unfortunate moments. It still have fond memories of Benny Hilling down the side of Pennels Vennel at Glentress. You’ve never seen a man in SPD shoes run so fast! 😛