"I have been riding with some early 30's kids, I call them my Bike Concierges. I took one of them up a gnarly box canyon, it had been wet and the moss made one slot too slippery to climb. We were turning around and I was trying to push back and rock up against the slot to get is turned around without getting off when my concierge walked over, picked my front wheel up off the sand and pulled me around 180. Now that's who I wanna ride the No Whimps Trail with, ha.." I like that - bike concierges. I had some with me on my recent No Wimps ride. My foot got stuck under my soft side bag and I was laying on my back stuck awkwardly between some boulders which made it tough to get up. I was laying there on my back, gathering my energy to wiggle out when one of the concierges lifted the moto off my foot. Of course, really professional concierges wouldn't have referred to me as "the turtle."