I wear spurs for every ride.*
*well, except when I forget and then end up hating myself.
Tristan is the epitome of the kick ride. Getting forward is our #1 problem, and nearly always has been, except for the early phase in which “stay all four feet on the ground” was our biggest problem.
So: spurs. Every time, every ride. Spurs, whip, helmet: without these things, riding does not happen.
Mind you, I am not digging into him with every stride. They’re a pointed reminder that I need to have in my toolkit to remind him that this shit is for real, they help give an edge to our transitions, and basically my life is much better when I have them on my feet.
So I’m not rethinking the actual wearing of spurs.
But I am rethinking the spurs that I have.