Angry or Deranged?
I was at the Twin Six booth at Interbike when Brent said to me that I “look angry in all the photos I post”. I told him that it was pain, and not anger that he was seeing on my face. Finishing in the middle of the pack is neither cheap, nor easy. However, I […]
Under the Southwest Sun
Far from the evergreen of old Assam Far from the rainfall on the trails of old Saigon Straight from the poster town of scorn and ritz To bring you the wilder side of gold and glitz Run, neon tiger, there’s a lot on your mind They promised just to pet you, but don’t you let […]
Bright Lights and Open Desert
I spent a day in Las Vegas. Which I think, all things considered, is more than enough time spent in Vegas. Walking the Interbike show floor was both entertaining, and exhausting. In every direction there were tires, spokes, pedals, drive-trains, helmets, frames, clothing, nutrition, and everything else that had anything at all to do with […]
Singletrack Season
The summer of ’09 was worth remembering. A string of uninterrupted, mild days filled with miles and miles of some of the best singletrack anywhere. From the Wasatch Crest and the Mid-mountain, to the Ridge Trail, Ant Knolls and the superlative and iconic grin inducer known simply as Joy – it was quite possibly the […]
Of The Desert
I am starting to see the desert in my sleep. Slick rock, blackbrush, juniper. Far off mesa tops, deep box canyons and that silvery winter sky stretching into the horizon. Amidst it all a snaking singletrack contouring over the landscape. The falling leaves and the slow descent into winter always spark that inherent desire for […]
The Pfeifferhorn
Amidst the many boxes and runaround of settling into a new house, not to mention some unseemly plumbing issues, I think it would be accurate to say that I’ve spent the last couple of weeks at home with my head down. That is, staring at carpet and shelving and trenches and sod and so forth. […]
Chasing Sub-Nine
In the mountain bike world there is a magical, highly sought after number. A number of such mythical implications that it causes grown men to break down in emotional fits so embarrassingly tormented as to cause even the most dignified of observers to squirm in uncomfortable, awkward, pause. That is, the quest to finish a […]
Round and Round
There is an unequivocal enjoyment in knowing that in the next twelve hours there will be but 2 of them spent racing. That is, a 4-man team at a 12 hour race is pure fun. Especially when the course is 7.5 miles of fantastic Sundance singletrack. And so, round and round we went, like NASCAR […]
