Quick story of getting put in my place...... About 6 years ago, I got into mountain biking pretty serious. I ride just about whenever I can. I've gotten a bunch of people into the sport and have done a lot of teaching in terms of technique, etc. When the US Tour used to come to Colonial Beach, TJ would come in early and stay with me and the wife to work on skis, etc. The last time he was here, I set up a ride with a buddy of mine to do one of our really good trails. I picked him up at the airport and he has his own bars and stem to throw on my buddy Justin's bike. We go straight to the trail and I am all amped up to show him how good Justin and I have gotten....... Justin's driveway is about a half mile long. After spending about 10 minutes setting up Justin's back up bike to his liking, we take off for the trail. At the start of Justin's driveway, TJ pops a wheelie and rides it ALL THE WAY TO THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY. At least a half mile. Talking and going thru the gears the entire time. I looked at Justin and said 'we are about to get our a$$es handed to us......' Dude is unbelievable on a bike. If I was to try half the $hit he was doing on a borrowed bike I would end up in the hospital.
SM