My Playlist Needs You
Many years ago —it feels like an eternity—I rode my first solo 24 hour race. It was, in general terms, a rousing success. In fact, many of my solo 24 hour efforts since then have been complete disasters. However, there was one stretch of time, during the dead of night in that 2004 race that […]
Moab: Visual Aids
Although I may have sounded down on Moab in my previous post, I find it difficult to retain any sort of lingering melancholy that I (inexplicably) felt in the wake of what was by all accounts, a fantastic weekend. I think my larger point was that in spite of countless riding days in Moab, and […]
Obligatory
There is something entirely obligatory about mountain biking in Moab. That is, the environment itself – the sandstone fins, the rock ledges, and the smooth waves of the ongoing redrock sea have all nearly become cliche in their over saturated appearances in every cycling magazine and website in existence. In fact, I was sorely tempted […]
A Sordid and Storied History
I find myself continually replaying the 24 Hours of Moab through my clouded, foggy, and otherwise muddled brain. And I am left wondering if there is a more classic example of the very essence of mountain biking. Not the 2009 iteration specifically, but the event itself. It seems to embody everything that elevates mountain biking […]
Moab’s Random Thoughts
I always need a few days to wrap my brain around the 24 Hours of Moab. This year is no different. Except, that it is taking me longer to muddle through the sand and rock and sun. Someplace among all that is the story of 2009 – a story that is blessedly free of hostile […]
Wheels and Skis
There is new snow in the mountains. Through the low hanging clouds shrouding American Fork Canyon I can see glimpses of the snow dusted aspen covered slopes where the Ridge Trail contours through the trees and atop the ridge lines. The summit of Timpanogos is buried in real snow. Not the powdered sugar it had […]
