In the 90s I was an avid cross country mountain bike rider, I raced only a few times a year, but I still rode like my life depended on it. I was as fit as a butcher’s whippet and notched up several hundred miles a week. On a good day 50 miles in two hours dead. Thinking nothing of riding a hundred miles after work..
Of course there are many disciplines to cycling. Even if you don’t ride standing at the BMX/Skate Park on London’s South bank, you can’t fail to feel the adrenaline flow through the veins..
As an ageing ex-cyclist (cut short by some theiving scumbag shortly after I was hit by a car!) I still enjoy watching all aspects of the sport. I had many spills and thrills. Injuries are many and I still carry the scars… One time For no obvious reason, I decided to use my face as a brake in the dirt.. Taking the skin off my chin, not a mile from home.. Did I turn back? NO! I carried on and did 40 miles, stopping half way for a snack in a little shop, where the young lady behind the counter was reading the paper as it was so quiet. I picked up a flapjack and qiuetly made my way to the counter. When she ooked up the colour instantly drained from her face and asked if I was ok.. I nonchalantly replied “yes thanks, it is just a scratch”…” Are you sure” she replied, the blood had run down my chin and neck and had dried.. Isaid yeah I only have twenty miles left ’till I get home and will give it a clean then.. But I loved cycling and had a high pain threashold…
How do I enjoy the action sports now?
That’s right, I photograph them when and where I can. I still get a buzz from the action, never had the balls to ride BMX though..
I admire the confidence and the dedication to those who ride with speed and fury up a concrete ramp, getting 10 feet or more of air, spot the landing and keep it on the wheels.. Well most of the time…. Steeper learning curve than the flipping ramp I should imagine….
Cycling has much in common with the creative arts, Acting, drawing, painting, photography are all linked..
Bloody hard work, lots of tears, years of practice to learn the skills to become proficient at what we do.. Then you have to find someone that values the skills and effort put in over the years… Harder it seems than you may think..
When someone goes into a shop, they pick up a bar of chocolate for example, priced at 55p they spend a couple of minutes queing and pay without questioning the price..
Why then do people think they can question and pay next to nothing for skills that have taken years to learn and not take into consideration, overheads of, tax, national insurance, public liability insurance, investment in the kit, upkeep and maintenance.. ETC..
So think about it when buying a work of art for your wall, how many hours did it take for the creator to make it….