Asked & Answered
On my first mountain bike ride of the year in Southern Utah – a spectacular place to ride by any account - I wrecked.
It started swimmingly, smooth path, sagebrush abounding, red rocks in the middle distance, rain sheeting over the granite peaks far away - absolutely picturesque. It was me, the lizards, and a whole lot of quiet.
Listos & Vamanos
But on the shoulders of that volcano in Mexico, the time I felt least ready to do the big thing ahead, was the time I spoke it aloud the most. I said “I’m ready” more times into that Mexican alpine air than I have in twenty years.
Bad Ways to Exit a Canyon
This body, the one I’ve hated and mistrusted and treated more poorly than anything else I’ve ever owned – it still worked, and it worked well.