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We can’t see anything as we pedal through downtown Hood River. It was supposed to be sunny and 75 degrees, but the weather shifted overnight and now all but the lower corner of Hood is shrouded in gray, swirling rain clouds. “Hood is a moody bitch,” says photographer Tyler Roemer as we pedal past one of the town’s breweries, telling us that the mountain seems to create its own, erratic weather patterns. “People get caught on Hood and have to get rescued all the time.”
The old newsboy bikes were heavy and unwieldy, and they made better downhill rigs than they did cross-country machines. Also, going downhill fast fit the new sport’s all-fun, all-the-time vibe. The first real organized contest was the ‘Repack’ race, a 2-mile downhill time trial. The Craggs became Repack’s most prolific photo-documentarians. Wende also claimed the women’s record for fastest time.
The adults at the party are barbecuing and drinking beer under a tent next to the track. Isaac’s father, Rick Herman, is an avid mountain biker. He began frequenting Brooklyn Bike Park shortly after it was built last summer. Although New York City’s other four boroughs have some form of dirt track or mountain-bike trail system, this is it for Brooklyn.
THE TRANSAM HAS BEEN A MAINSTAY OF TRANSITION’S LINE- for some time, and while this hardtail has worn various wheel sizes over the years–it’s currently available in both 27.5- and 29-inch versions–one thing has held constant. The TransAm is a versatile rig that’s equally at home on both buff and burly singletrack.
Words by Kristen Gross Before spending Thanksgiving feasting with friends and family, mountain bikers everywhere know it’s a good idea to get ahead of the gluttony. Social feeds are filled with the morning’s “Turkey Trots,” “Turkey Rides,” and “Cranksgivings.” And in North County, San Diego, there is the Turkey Hump. Dreamed up by friends Erik
After an hour of soul-crushing fireroad climbing, I wound up on trails I’d never ridden. Normally I’m conservative when alone on unknown terrain, but as soon as I felt the Bad Otis snap out of the first catch-berm I couldn’t help myself. My hollers echoed through the forest as I pushed my own limits trying to find those of the bike.