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Discussion in 'Downhill & Freeride' started by Tomasis, May 16, 2013.
I let this video to speak
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I've thrown a bike like that before
This is too much awesome to fall off the page.
People flipping the hell out on climbs is seriously one of the things that keeps me in mountainbiking. It's the gift that's kept on giving every since I started.
the narrator sounds like he's watching a pr0no
That guy just reset the enture butthurt scale.
I honest to God just pulled something in my stomach laughing at that. The sound of his helmet bouncing off the ground was masterful.
and i thought it was only downhills that will re-ride the same section numerous times
You gotta get out on the little bike some more. That phenomenon in that video is as old as tomac's mullet. I'd hate to think you're missing out on this most entertaining side of our sport.
There is no single tweaker on the planet like a middle aged man who's goal in life is to 'clean a section without dabbing'
Whereas most of us just think "well timed that pedal poorly" or "damn, wrong gear". These specimens hear the voice from above "you will never properly please a woman". The ensuing outburst is nothing short of awe inspiring. I swear I see some dude flipping out over failing to move a bicycle up a rock at least twice a month. That kinda thing is REALLY important. And if you don't get it in three tries, monkies swoop out of the sky and steal your family. It's gotta be something like that.
This dude needs his own reality show. Imagine the meltdown when he experiences erectile dysfunction.
Him runs 10k on 50 minutes so I really don't get why he can't pedal up that hill.
The best are night rides when you cannot see them, just hear them screaming and their light rolling back down the hill.
He woulda made it no problem on 650b. thats the whole 650bing problem right there.
If he would have just 650b'd the 650b with a 650b, he would have 650b'd the 650b out of that 650b.
Oh so true. Nature sounds of the night.
True story: I used to do a ton of night riding with a decent sized group a few days a week. We hear one of our buddies just absolutely flipping out ahead of us, screaming bloody murder. We get up to him and he's all scratched up and having a panic attack. He said an owl flew into him and couldn't get out from between his chest, handlebar and arms.
OMG, him yelling at his own groin, "I can do 10 masturbations last week but can't hard now!!, GUESS NO F***ING C*NT TONIGHT!!!".
REP'd. That's exactly how I picture him saying it
That has got to be a top 10 wanker vid of all time. So much fail it's a total win. I especially like how he gets worse with every try, and seems completely helpless to control himself.
I had an owl land on my back on a night ride in Marin a while back. I was leading a group through some tight singletrack and all of a sudden I felt this heavy weight on my pack and a claw on my shoulder, and saw wing tips flapping into my headlight beam. It must of thought it could just fly away with me like one of those monkeys in the wizard of oz. Anyway, I screamed like a little girl and almost crashed, and the owl let go and landed on a nearby tree. We stopped to check it out and it just sat there like a boss.
I know it's hard to believe but it's totally true - I was actually leading a group!
Fly baby jesus fly!!!
That owl couldn't lift your linebacker physique and sail to freedom into the night?