Sometimes I wonder if I could lose my mind driving tired through the mountains at night. Long and broken yellow lines chasing me on the left, occasional reflective eyes startling me on my right, never another vehicle in sight. Drifting off in dreams of days gone by and fantasy of what tomorrow might bring. I was cruising home from Crankworx and watching the road roll away beneath my truck. That whole week takes a toll on you and this year was even more taxing, having competed in a few events and spent the rest of my week crushing dusty laps in the bike park under the most violent sunlight I’ve seen this summer. It didn’t really feel surprising that after nearly 9 weeks of either riding, flying, or road tripping everyday for various bicycle expeditions, I was ready for few days off my bike. Read More→