It seems as though I have developed a bit of a habbit that relapses when things come back together with each new spring. It’s this little thing I’ve got going on with a little black bike of mine. My Kona Lacondeguy is a couple years old and can often be found hiding in my living room with hooded sweaters hanging from the handle bar. I never really pay much attention to it simply because I’ve never felt very enthusiastic about dirt jump hardtails. I like big bikes and all that goes along with them. But there is something in the way this wild ride works magic in the Kamloops Bike Ranch well before the rest of the world is dry, something that draws me back to riding it every spring. Read More