Why guys must fight the exodus from golf to cycling

[DirtyFrank]

Grumps, it is definitely a global trend and not just in RSA

 

This from the BBC a few months back

 

http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/golf/30422698

I think it`s just because in relative terms mtb is a `new` sport..... Nothing wrong with people getting swept up in the moment, time will separate the triers from the lovers!

[SiriS]

...and all the best to him for it, personally, I'd rather watch paint dry (this is not an exaggeration;))

 

Lucky for you watching paint dry is also infinitely easier...and no balls sense required, just like cycling.   

[Davedk]

Hmmm, 9am 7th tee, full 5 iron into a 175m par 3, pin at the back. Beautiful draw round the right side bunker that flies perfectly holding the wind and comes down dead straight on the pin. Bounces once, checks and starts trickling towards the hole. The guys on the tee in front start shouting it in and you start praying it in. And then it drops. 

That is why I play golf.

There is no feeling like that in mountain biking.

[CogitoErgoSum]

It is said that the golf swing is the most complex and unnatural movement of any sport code out there. But if you look at a noob attempting a quick uncleating at a river crossing, it is pretty much the same ????????????

 

I did play a bit of golf, not missing it.

 

Plenty more skill to cycling

[TALUS]

I played golf. Too much. I still don't know what to do with my last (very good) set of clubs. I stopped for health reasons. Breaking a clavicle won't kill you. Being fat will. I still miss the thrill of hitting the ball when it feels like butter. I need to stay fit and I don't have the time anymore but golf has its own allure. I am going to Sun City the weekend - will be riding my fatbike around the perimeter of the golf course.

[Paul Ruinaard]

I have never had any ball/eye coordination, mainly because I was chronically short sighted as a kid and only got contact lenses at age 20.  So the first time i saw the ball was when it hit me between the eyes.

 

But i rode skateboards, bicycles, motorbikes and generally anything with wheels or a throttle control had my attention. And I was pretty good at it - better than average.

 

Golf - see what Robin Williams had to say. Says it best:

 

 

 

 

 

[Skubarra]

Hmmm, 9am 7th tee, full 5 iron into a 175m par 3, pin at the back. Beautiful draw round the right side bunker that flies perfectly holding the wind and comes down dead straight on the pin. Bounces once, checks and starts trickling towards the hole. The guys on the tee in front start shouting it in and you start praying it in. And then it drops. 

That is why I play golf.

 

Uhhm nope, don't feel it, nothing there - I guess golf is just not for me... 

[LazyTrailRider]

Hmmm, 9am 7th tee, full 5 iron into a 175m par 3, pin at the back. Beautiful draw round the right side bunker that flies perfectly holding the wind and comes down dead straight on the pin. Bounces once, checks and starts trickling towards the hole. The guys on the tee in front start shouting it in and you start praying it in. And then it drops. 

That is why I play golf.

There is no feeling like that in mountain biking.

 

It's 08h30 and the first rays of sunshine have started to trickle through the trees at the top of FlowTrail in Jonkershoek. You nod at your riding partner and start cranking while you slip the dropper fully down. Hammering the pedals, you push into the first kicker and boost it just enough to clear the rolling double as if you were manualling through it, with the downslope catching and amplifying your momentum. Another few pedal strokes and you're into the first right-hander berm, a light touch of the brake skipping the rear over the two roots on the entry. Leaning into it hard, you flick out of it with the fork extended and the front wheel unweighted as you build up just enough speed to compress fully into the next kicker. This time, you hit it at just enough of an angle to soar into what feels like a slightly off-centre whip. The "Hell yeah!" cheer from behind confirms this as the front dips perfectly into the landing and you immediately lift it to manual over the next roller.

 

You were saying again?

[Davedk]

It's 08h30 and the first rays of sunshine have started to trickle through the trees at the top of FlowTrail in Jonkershoek. You nod at your riding partner and start cranking while you slip the dropper fully down. Hammering the pedals, you push into the first kicker and boost it just enough to clear the rolling double as if you were manualling through it, with the downslope catching and amplifying your momentum. Another few pedal strokes and you're into the first right-hander berm, a light touch of the brake skipping the rear over the two roots on the entry. Leaning into it hard, you flick out of it with the fork extended and the front wheel unweighted as you build up just enough speed to compress fully into the next kicker. This time, you hit it at just enough of an angle to soar into what feels like a slightly off-centre whip. The "Hell yeah!" cheer from behind confirms this as the front dips perfectly into the landing and you immediately lift it to manual over the next roller.

 

You were saying again?

No sorry boet, they can hell yeah all they want, and you can feel nice. But no pro MTBer wins a BMW i8 railing a berm.

[Frosty]

Hmmm, 9am 7th tee, full 5 iron into a 175m par 3, pin at the back. Beautiful draw round the right side bunker that flies perfectly holding the wind and comes down dead straight on the pin. Bounces once, checks and starts trickling towards the hole. The guys on the tee in front start shouting it in and you start praying it in. And then it drops.

That is why I play golf.

There is no feeling like that in mountain biking.

You're right about that feeling not being in MTB... my last hole-in-one cost me R1200 in drinks for everyone in the pub at prize giving.

 

Prize for an ace: R600

 

People that drink cheap whiskey are all of a sudden "regular" premium brand drinkers. R1200 in the 90's was worth a lot more than today.

[Captain Fastbastard Mayhem]

No sorry boet, they can hell yeah all they want, and you can feel nice. But no pro MTBer wins a BMW i8 railing a berm.

and none of us are professional golfers or cyclists in events where there's an i8 on offer.

[marko35s]

No sorry boet, they can hell yeah all they want, and you can feel nice. But no pro MTBer wins a BMW i8 railing a berm.

And your point would be what?

That because the prizes on offer aren't monumental then the sport isn't enjoyable? What odd logic you employ.

[marko35s]

No sorry boet, they can hell yeah all they want, and you can feel nice. But no pro MTBer wins a BMW i8 railing a berm.

Darts and snooker are clearly better too because the prize money on offer is higher offering between R4.5million to R5.5 million for a championship win...

['Dale]

It's 08h30 and the first rays of sunshine have started to trickle through the trees at the top of FlowTrail in Jonkershoek. You nod at your riding partner and start cranking while you slip the dropper fully down. Hammering the pedals, you push into the first kicker and boost it just enough to clear the rolling double as if you were manualling through it, with the downslope catching and amplifying your momentum. Another few pedal strokes and you're into the first right-hander berm, a light touch of the brake skipping the rear over the two roots on the entry. Leaning into it hard, you flick out of it with the fork extended and the front wheel unweighted as you build up just enough speed to compress fully into the next kicker. This time, you hit it at just enough of an angle to soar into what feels like a slightly off-centre whip. The "Hell yeah!" cheer from behind confirms this as the front dips perfectly into the landing and you immediately lift it to manual over the next roller.

 

You were saying again?

Brilliant

Hehehehee

[Captain Fastbastard Mayhem]

Darts and snooker are clearly better too because the prize money on offer is higher offering between R4.5million to R5.5 million for a championship win...

One hundrrreeeeed aaand EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGHTYYYYYYYYYYYY

[arendoog]

I was an avid golfer for many years .I went down to a 4 handicap twice when i HAD TIME  to play a lot .That usually means that work is short or that you are retired .It was neither .I needed to get away from the human race for the 5 hours it took me to be on the course .My happy place has become a 2 hour ride with my earphones on, 3 or 4 times a week in nature  with my hear rate at 75% .What i don,t miss . Waiting for the pensioner to hit 3 shots for every one i hit .WAITING for the group in front to putt out so i can go for the green .Youngsters playing golf .riding in a cart with a cool-box full of beer, instead of walking the course .A homeowner starting his angle grinder just as i am about to tee off . I still enjoy playing with good company on a course with no homes ,but that has become difficult