Probably cycling across the golden gate bridge early one morning in 1997 knowing marin county was ahead of me, then on same ride coming out of trees (muirwoods) to see a beach and the ocean ahead and going over the bars into the surf then returning to san fransisco with the sunset having been out around 12 hours
I hope though that in the next two years those memories will be surpassed by images similar to SbZ’s pictures, awesome mate sums up what biking means to me now, passing the experiences on to my next generation (it’s already started when I turned round the other day and caught 1 year old Isabel giggling and clapping away in the trailer)
Isn’t mountain biking the best