Alice in Wonderland effect

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Angelfishsolo

A Velocipedian
Am I the only person who gets this feeling?

I can be riding along the road on my MTB and it feels exactly like a MTB. However when I hit the trails and I am flying along a single track with the bike doing what it was born made to do it seems to shrink and I feel like I am riding a BMX. It always seems to happen when I am doing well and the bike is skipping along (well as much as any bike can skip with a 16 stone man on it).

So once again am I a freak or do others understand what I am talking about?
 

Globalti

Legendary Member
Yes, it's what MTBers call the sweet moment when everything comes right and you are just swooping down the trail. I get it on smooth swoopy bits of natural trail but never at trail centres because they are man-made and just annoy me.

The best place for it is the long long downhill off High Street towards Pooley Bridge; it's narrow twisty sheep track and it just goes on and on seemingly for ever until your arms are screaming with the effort and your legs aching. It finishes with a 200 yard swoop down smooth sheep-cropped turf to a trail junction where you can stop and savour the endorphins.

I get the same on the roadie when I'm blasting down a favourite stretch of country lane, twisting and turning and enjoying the warmth and the dry tarmac.
 
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Angelfishsolo

A Velocipedian
Thanks very much for the reply. I was beginning to think I was a freak was an even bigger freak :laugh:
Yes, it's what MTBers call the sweet moment when everything comes right and you are just swooping down the trail. I get it on smooth swoopy bits of natural trail but never at trail centres because they are man-made and just annoy me.

The best place for it is the long long downhill off High Street towards Pooley Bridge; it's narrow twisty sheep track and it just goes on and on seemingly for ever until your arms are screaming with the effort and your legs aching. It finishes with a 200 yard swoop down smooth sheep-cropped turf to a trail junction where you can stop and savour the endorphins.

I get the same on the roadie when I'm blasting down a favourite stretch of country lane, twisting and turning and enjoying the warmth and the dry tarmac.
 
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