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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,
Photos by Anthony Smith and Morgan Meredith Words by Brice Minnigh By now you’ve probably seen the live feed of the 2012 Red Bull Rampage. And the @bikemag Instagrams might have given away the results before you finished that feed. But you should look at these photos anyway. And you might want to read the […]
Words by Brice Minnigh Photos by Anthony Smith Most people know that the Red Bull Rampage is a non-stop succession of paradigm-setting performances by the world’s most fearless big-mountain riders, but at least half the action takes place in between the labyrinth of lines that lace the dry, dusty mesas. In between these lines—and often […]
Photos By Anthony Smith and Morgan Meredith Words By Brice Minnigh First day of class—the world’s best freeriders know to pay attention when Rampage organizer Todd Barber delivers his dissertations. All Quiet on the Western Ridgeline: This is where riders’ dreams and nightmares will become reality. Red Bull Rampage volunteers do the heavy lifting for […]
How do you get yourself in the right mental state to jump off a cliff? Every Red Bull Rampage competitor has his own ritual, from climbing tall trees to playing ukelele in the desert to hitting the jumps. Here how some of the competitors get into the zone.
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.