A Life Rebuilt
Revolution MTB|Issue 58
A Life Rebuilt
Welcome back – so over the last two editions of this fine mag, I have told the story of how buying a mountain bike literally saved my life. Going, in my 20’s from being a mountain bike rider, obsessed with fitness. To a fat, in debt, middle-aged wreck and back. In the last article I was getting after it. Riding every day, I could and about to enter the trans nz enduro race. Until a review of my finances blew that idea away. I was devastated, but. If I was going to rebuild my life. I had to rebuild all of it. Including my financial situation.
Kris Tindale

It was clear. The primary thing that had fixed me mentally and given me the motivation and inspiration to make huge changes in my life was riding and more broadly exercise. I could not stop riding no matter what. So, as a natural response. I kept pushing. I rode my bike with mates on Wednesdays, Fridays and weekends, I rode my bike alone on the days in between those days. I even rode my bike at home on rollers (Google bike rollers if you don’t know what they are). Slowly I started chipping away at my debt, my body and my fitness because I was riding so much it left little time to waste my money on stuff I didn’t need. I made a budget and stuck to it and kept riding. As I noticed my debts reducing, I kept riding. I noticed savings increase, I just kept riding. I finally started opening mail again and, you guessed it. I just kept riding.

Brisbane has the most amazing array of trails. Trails that range from the technical level of a green or blue bike park trail to trails that are serious double black diamonds. Trails with sections so tough that Strava shows the top 15 people riding them and then a significate gap to the rest. ‘The rest’ meaning all the guys and girls that had to stop and walk their bikes down sections. Sections that rival rock gardens in EWS runs worldwide. Tough vertical rock ledge chutes and drops that land on a sea of o -camber babies’ heads and series of two or three rock drops going into 180-degree corners. These were the trails my mates and I were riding daily.

Now remember, I’m still nowhere near my previous 85kg racing weight and riding these trails were tough on me and my 140mm rear 160mm front, trail bike. I started to slowly feel more comfortable riding these technical trails making sections without dabbing a foot here or there.


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Issue 58