“N+1”. Is the secret formula that any passionate and slightly mental mountain bikers will tell you is the secret to ultimate happiness. What is it? Its owning a “N” or number of bikes plus the next one you’re going to get come hell in high water. Mostly hell comes from your wife who “hell hath no fury” when the cheque bounces because the rent was used on a lay away plan for that new titanium full suspension frame. My wife is the best, loving and understanding of my mental obsession (she may read this post), who may at any point be planning an intervention with other mountain biker wives to snap me back into reality. Mostly her line of questioning goes more or less like this:
- Her -Whats a matter with the other three on the wall? (Me- I can’t use them at the bike park, have you seen the jumps I will be riding? – actually that is not the answer she wants to hear…).
- Her – Whats a matter with your hardtail that you just had custom made (Me – its too hard on my body to ride for 5 hours, a carbon fiber full suspension will be better…besides I want to change that hardtail to a single speed)
- Her – You’re a fuck head.
I’ve owned a few a bikes and they each have a story in my life and immortalised in this blog (at least until I stop paying the webmaster). Here they are:
Ahh – N+1 + significant other support = happiness!