Last Saturday I competed in my first trials bike competition and decided that it is my new favorite sport. I rode with the sportsman class and took second place out of four people, which might not be saying all that much but at the same time... I was pretty proud of myself becuase I was a first time rider. I really didnt' think my bike would make it to the competition but it did, and it performed very well. I got off to a rough start, getting 5's on my first three tracks. A score of 5 indicates that you either crashed, stalled, or went out of bounds. On my second time around the loop I cut my overall score in half (because points are bad), and I "cleaned" many of the sections meaning that I did not put my foot down once to balance myself and I rode through the technical coarse without any other mistakes either. It felt so good to clean a section and really gave put me on an emotional high- not emotional as in emotional- emotional as in happy. So anyways, somehow I got a flat tire so I will need to buy another and have it installed by a professional because I don't know if I would be able to get it on myself. Probably not a chance in the world actually. I took the bike out of the garage yesterday after pumping the tire up a bit and went riding behind my neighborhood and a piece of old rusty chain-link fence came up and got caught all up in my spokes and wrapped aruond my front axel. It took a lot of work to get it all out of there, and as far as I know, nothing was broken too badly. I'm just not having a whole lot of luck with this thing so far, but it'll get better I'm sure. My next project will be bleeding the fork; which I need to jump onto youtube and find out exactly how that's done before I tackle it.
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