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It is this—the electric crowd so caught up in the glory and the spectacle of
racing, their excitement and enthusiasm so palpable that it makes the hair on your scalp tingle, this roiling party of the sport’s faithful—this is what cements Fort William into legend.
For most of us, our passion for riding started when we were simply kids playing on bikes. then we turned into ‘cyclists’ and began sorting ourselves into razor-thin niches. With divisions based upon minutia like wheel size or the irony of one’s throat beard, it’s easy to get sucked down the rabbit hole of a particular riding style. that is, until stepping foot into Valmont Bike Park.
Air Terror is not 100-percent curable in every patient and manifests itself in many different ways. In mild cases, it acts as a governor, limiting the amount of space between a rider’s wheels and the ground. In extreme cases, it has been known to send the victim into rabid fits of self loathing, in which they disparage all forms of fun.
Plugged in. Connected. It’s the digital age and I’m surrounded by screens. Too many screens. The average kid watches television or his computer something like 50 hours a week. It’ll be a sad day when the shovel becomes obsolete because no one knows how to use one.
Kali’s new XC helmet is s ridiculously lightweight and comfy, weighing in at a scant 260 grams. Made with a carbon and polycarbonate composite, the Maraka XC barely registers on your head,
The flock, ripe with the lanolin-greasy smell of wool and dung, cluttered together in the usual half-stunned confusion, doing nothing to raise the image of the ovine species up from the basement in terms of relative intelligence within the animal kingdom. And as he idled there, rolling slowly into the flock, he knew beyond certainty that this image would be his legacy of the trip.
You’d think we would avoid the Pain Cave at all costs—the name certainly isn’t doing its tourism business any favors. But instead of fleeing from it, we seek it out, sometimes traveling through the night with friends we hope won’t crack 50 miles into the woods. We enter events we doubt we’ll finish and pretend placing at a local race matters more than it does.