From Jedi’s UK BIke Skills blog:
Mark (Hora) contacted me about a training session, telling me that he didn’t need it, but his bikes were not quite right. After postponing seven times because it was raining a bit, he finally turned up.
As per usual, the first thing we did was look at his bike setup. For once, his bike was actually pretty well there but he insisted that it felt ‘dead’ so we adjusted the bars, stem, brake levers, saddle, just about everything. This went on for two hours, every time we adjusted something, he claimed it still felt dead. In the end, he went off and bought a Blur 4X and finally agreed that it felt ‘spot on’, so we could move on to looking at his skill set.
Now I obviously made up the five Key Core Skills but with this fool, I have to make up another twenty on the spot, including a rather obvious one, don’t sit down on the bike when trying to go off a drop. He keeps on doing it though, right up to the point where I have to smash a Coke bottle and glue it to his saddle. We then move onto the mental skills, but I have to have a quick rethink and call them the ‘thinking skills’ because he looks a bit mental and I don’t want to offend him too much.
We start off with getting him to ride in a straight line through the Field Of Dreams ™ and even that is hard enough, with him weaving all over the place like a drunken poodle trying to cross a wet bouncy castle in a gale. This isn’t looking good and every time I try and explain how to ride the bike, he just starts showing me photos of some weird looking dog and starts blubbing like a girl.
I want to get to the pub before last orders, so I move him over to the jump and drop area. Bad idea. The smallest drop is literally three inches and the run out is into a smooth field, but he has a shit fit and tells me that he isn’t a downhiller from London, UK, any more.
At this point, mental fatigue sets in and I call an end to the session. Seriously, ten minutes more and I’d be as mental as he is.
He asks to see a demonstration of the key core skills but I can’t be bothered so tell him to **** off home. No High Five for you, freak. Now get out of my Field.