do i enjoy myself/grin any more than I did in 1994? I don’t think I do actually
This. Sums it up for me when folks talk about anything bike related. I don’t see how it’s possible to have a bigger grin on my face than the one I have after nailing that perfect piece of singletrack. There isn’t a “n+1” for grin factor (no matter how hard some folks try and justify getting there).
The best days riding I’ve had weren’t because I was x seconds quicker that day, or riding with suspension forks or rigid, or even with my seat at max height/min height. The best days I’ve had are the ones where I don’t remember what tyre pressure I ran, or anything about the bike. They are the ones where I was with mates and finished with a pint, or epics where I was out alone, got totally lost but made it back broken and grateful. Or the time I rode down Snowdon. Or the week we hit every trail at every centre in Wales. Or taking my first mtb (Specialized Hardrock) and getting on a ferry to cycle in Ireland for a week.
None of the stories involve talk of the bike or components or geometry. And none of them would have been improved by changing or upgrading any of them.
Right, best go finish bleeding my new XT brakes and checking my new tubeless tyre set-up are still inflated so I can get out and ride this-afternoon.