My first mountain bike was named Rex. It was a piece of shit. I bought him when I lived in Logan, Utah getting my master's degree and became suddenly inspired by the surrounding mountains and all the people shredding in the hills while I ran - lame. I too wanted to shred mountains. I found my Gary Fisher Trek 29er on Craiglist for $500 that appeared to be my size and at least semi-functional. With an income of about $400/month, I pestered the poor man relentlessly for two weeks until he agreed to sell the bike for a whopping $225 - pedals, bike cage and extra tires included. My first ride out my chain dropped down between by chainring and frame, locked up my pedals and I went head over feet into a gravel ditch in front of some guys fishing in a lake. I cried the whole way home. Not shown: road rash all over my arm and side A few months later I attempted again, this time bringing Chris along. I was riding along in front on an open, winding path and out of nowhere- my br...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.