It’s 4:13am on a Saturday in August and it’s already 90 degrees. That’s a normal summer morning here. The first thing I checked wasn’t the temperature. It was the air
Nobody could tell me what it would look like. So here it is. I don’t know exactly when my heart attack started. I know it wasn’t during the ride. This
Up at 4:43. Bathroom, get dressed, out the door for the walk, same order as every other morning. The walk is supposed to be the thing that sets the day,
My Story: Heart Attack, Triple Bypass, and Back on the Bike I’m 54. In March 2024 I had a heart attack, then triple bypass surgery. I still deal with high
I was riding Tapia Canyon with Pat on January 31, 2014, around 8 in the morning. Friday ride—the kind where everything feels clean and fast. We’d been doing this mountain
I was scoping this technical drop—nothing crazy, maybe four feet, but it’s the kind of feature that sits right on the edge of what I’m comfortable with. Loose granite, bad
