Or winning the Special Olympics...literally, the fucking Special Olympics of cycling.Winning at enduro = 40-60th place in DH
It's kind of like coming out on top at a chess tournament. You'll feel good at the time because lots of people there are giving you affirmation, but when you step back, you realize you just spent all that time to become lord of the dwids.
Pretty soon you start thinking 1mph nose wheelies make switchbacks acceptable, and that duct taping tubes to your frame makes your sponsors equipment look good when really "there's a bag for that". You start finding yourself putting on those dumb spandex kneepads for every ride..........downward spiral.