Eek. Another post :)
I think that's the thing. I distinctly remember one riding session.
In huddersfield with a couple of local mates, Nadine included. We were doin' some rails and i was determined to do them. Rick did them and I wanted to do them so bad.
I just didn't talk to anyone for like 20 mins and just kept going at them, again and again.
Progressing to the next rail every few trys. At the end I could do them all perfect, even backwards. When you get angry, you just go for stuff.
To be fair, yeah, my frame got raped a bit in the process (not having my armourdillo on didn't help it's re-sale price) but it's gotta be done. A bike ridden well is usually a bike that's wrecked. :S