A couple of weeks ago, we posted a link to Schwinn’s remake of their classic Sting Ray banana seat bicycle. So many people commented on Facebook with memories of their first banana seat, that it got us thinking about all of our favorite memories on a bike… our first adrenaline rush after the training wheels came off, our first single track and the first time we made the decision to ditch our car and strike out on two wheels. It’s still those memories that bubble up while we’re riding to work or cruising down some trail — breathing the cold, crisp fall air and getting our feet and hearts pumping.
Osprey Adventure Envoy Evan Stevens, who normally covers climbing and guiding for us over on the Osprey Blog, shares with us his other love, mountain biking, and reminds us that riding buddies come in all shapes and sizes.
In my life it feels as though you get pigeon holed into a social circle based on your outdoor activities. For me, guiding is my source of income, whether it’s skiing or climbing, small rocks, glades, big mountains, you name it. As a consequence it seems like the majority of my skiing and climbing partners are all guides, as we share the same love for the mountains and very flexible work schedules.
However, I have one hobby which doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest: mountain biking. Where I live in Squamish, BC, biking is just as much a way of life as climbing is, and with all sports like climbing and biking, you can choose to be a queen of one trade or a jack of a few.
I guess I might actually be a 10 of diamonds when it comes to biking, but I do love to hit the local trails here. Problem is I don’t really have a circle of friends that bike with my random riding schedule. Sure I have a few friends who ride, but there is one friend that I do 99% of my riding with exclusively, out there on every single ride I ever do.
A couple of weeks ago, we posted a link to Schwinn’s remake of their classic Sting Ray banana seat bicycle. So many people commented on Facebook with memories of their first banana seat, that it got us thinking about all of our favorite memories on a bike… our first adrenaline rush after the training wheels came off, our first single track and the first time we made the decision to ditch our car and strike out on two wheels. It’s still those memories that bubble up while we’re riding to work or cruising down some trail — breathing the cold, crisp fall air and getting our feet and hearts pumping.
