There’s a certain smell to mountain biking that anyone who’s spent time shuttling or doing uplifts will recognise – it’s not just the waft of seldom washed jerseys or too many sweaty boys, it’s the stink of testosterone. You’ll probably recognise it. It’s usually in the form of harmless “banter”, but peppered in there will be phrases like “harden up”, “just eat a bag of concrete”, or “if you’re not falling you’re not riding”. From the outside, these “just...
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Who Hates e-Bikes?
The Rise of the ebike I noticed ebikes starting to appear on the mountain bike scene about three years ago. Like most people I was sceptical – initially, they were...
