Being out doing something that most other people wouldn’t because it’s hard work. Appreciating our beautiful countryside – even just a stones throw from urbanisation.
Meeting other considerate trail users and exchanging a friendly ‘hello’.
Doing something that tickles the non-conformist chord in my psyche – like most night riding.
Nailing some bit of technical trail feature and seeing my mates try to follow me and sometimes pull it off, sometimes not. Seeing one of my mates nail something that I can’t and having a crack – developing as a group.
Lauging at ourselves at the stupidity of staying in the pub so long after a winter ride that we’re now so cold and having to fumble about with locks and lights and we’re not going to be in until midnight even though it’s a school night.
Feeling some ownership of the countryside and making an effort to keep it nice.