The silence is hidden in the scream. Most people think Zen is a quiet room and a lotus flower. Real Zen is a 12% grade, a desert headwind, and a
He was 96. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel much of anything, honestly. And maybe that’s the part that gets me — the guilt of not feeling what I
No fuel, loud minds, relentless trail. We hit Sonoran South and Dixie Mountain this weekend. The elevation profile was absolutely brutal. Just a relentless, unapologetic grind that tested everything we
Respect the engine. Trust the will. Dealing with a heart that’s seen some miles changes the way you look at a climb. It’s no longer about being the fastest; it’s
There’s a silent, awkward reckoning that every mountain biker hits somewhere after their 45th or 50th birthday. It’s not usually marked by a catastrophic crash. It’s marked by a Tuesday.
D2’s heading back to Cali next Saturday. That sucks, but the desert doesn’t care about your feelings. We gave him the only proper goodbye we know: a dirt-filled “see you
