I remember when I first got into Mountain biking. I was so green and enthusiastic and I was telling everyone I ran into that they should try it. Then one day, I ran into a good friend of mine from high school who happened to be black. We were talking and catching up, and I told him all about mountain biking and how he should try it. He paused and got silent and I asked him what was up. He hesitated again and then said, "Remember in school when you had a car, and you drove it everywhere you wanted. Well, I had to ride a bike then if I wanted to go anywhere. So while you were driving around with girls in your car, I was on a bike in this Carolina heat. And I told myself, if I ever got a car, I was never touching a bike again."
That shit sat with me and taught me a valuable lesson.
That shit sat with me and taught me a valuable lesson.
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