All of us have them. Those seminal movie segments that got you so hyped you went straight down your local woods and hucked your meat off a poorly built jump or drop, the soundtrack to the aforementioned segment ringing gloriously in your ears… until you inevitably ate shit trying something beyond your ability level.
It was part of our growth as mountain bikers. It was ritual and it’s probably the reason we still go out at every opportunity and dream of being able to corner like Sam Hill or whip like Thomas Vanderham.