How you exercise any particular day doesn’t define you forever. It’s not like striking out alone one week is monumentally stupid and life-wrecking, like David Lee Roth’s decision to go solo.
I won’t get to enjoy the Moab often, but each ride will remind me of falling in love with mountain biking, swinging tools until my arms ached with accomplishment, finding quiet in the noise and surrendering to the unpredictability of life.
Hey, it’s awesome to to take this bike tour with you guys. For some reason, I usually find myself riding alone. My name’s Uri, Uri Golden. Oh, and my middle name’s Nate. People chuckle at that sometimes. I don’t know why.
Dave Watson and Ross Measures. Squamish, BC.
China Camp State Park, CA.
Katie Holden. Moab, Utah.
It’s three in the morning and I’m waddling around my darkened shoebox of a house, wondering why the hell I’m awake this early in the morning—again.
For the uninitiated, underage, or for those who never went through any sort of ‘weed phase’ in high school, Ian Anderson is one hell of a flute player. So much so that the flute, his chosen tool, is the focal point of his band Jethro Tull’s entire ensemble—his playing of it differentiating them from any other group in the ‘Middle English Rock’ genre, if there is such a thing.
Brandon Dixon. Calgary, Alberta.
Emily Batty. Alberta, Canada.
Janne Tjärnström. Crans Montana, Switzerland.
Strahan Loken and Brett Wootton. Lima, Peru.
Abiggail Hippely. Whistler, British Columbia.
Curtis Robinson. Fernie, BC.
Ross Measures. North Vancouver, BC.
Rider Unknown. Sun Valley, Idaho.
Brandon Semenuk. Roberts Creek, BC.
Jeremy Weiss. Kelowna, B.C.