Many have pondered the big question- "Why are there not more women riders?"
All dressed up and looking the part, I head off on my 29er (with very wide bars), for my first MTB experience. Hubby and number one son, decide that we should go explore Parklands. After getting off my bike for numerous obstacles (logs and sharp rocks) and narrow gaps between trees, (what were they doing there in the first place?), I began to wonder and stress a wee bit, (we seem to be forever descending into a black hole), I know what goes down eventually has to come up. What am I doing here? This is not fun! After falling off a few times and walking more than riding, I decide that mountain biking is not for me.
This is a familiar story and well-meaning partners and husbands encouraging words of “You can do it love” just doesn’t always cut it. After scraping yourselves off the forest floor, many...
