Author Archives: "Sal Ruibal"
The Holiday Gift Guide is a wonderful way to find new ways to express the love you have for the sport of cycling. This year, the sport needs even more of your money because of the large legal bills from lawyers, the hush-hush fund and the UCI kickback programs. Thanks for your support.
If you spend a lot of time in the woods like I do, you see things that just don’t exist in the day-to-day world of MTV and that computer pad thingy: Organic things, messy and mossy things, spooky things and recently, really freaking crazy stuff.
Your iPhone is broken. Your face is broken. Your friends have deserted you. The police are coming. The cheese and ground beef you ate is about to mix with the vodka in a vomit geyser of epic proportions. You also have peed your pants. Don’t worry about i
Guys are pretty much one-trick ponies, and once you’ve seen the Shetland do the hokey-pokey, there isn’t much mystery in the Mister. So, as reticent as I am to pull the sword from the scabbard in public, I must offer faint praise to those
individuals who feel that their shortcomings are worthy of displaying on the airwaves.
By Sal Ruibal Seeing (on video and still photos) the tremendous leaps and bounds of freeriding at RedBull Rampage this week was very exciting. The boundaries of what can be done on a bike are expanding every day. The athletes who perform those mountain bike gymnastics risk their lives in the pursuit of perfection. I
You were pretty wasted last night when you left the bar. That’s why it was so
easy for me to follow you home as you wobbled through town on my bike. I thought about smacking your head with the piece of wrought iron fence you broke to steal my bike, but that would have been too easy.
By Sal Ruibal After a long, hot summer on the East Coast that began in April and appears to be finally turning into autumn, we are getting rain. Lots of rain. I can’t complain because the dry streak gave me many more days to ride in the woods. When I first started riding on Flintstone
By Sal Ruibal Tom Ritchey celebrated his 40th year in the cycling industry Sept. 19th with a keg of beer, a crowd of admirers and a movie—created by his filmmaker son Jay—that examines the creative processes that led him to build some of the first true mountain bikes in the early 1970s in Marin County,
What will the next generation of elite mountain bikers look like? Sal has a unique spin on what we should be looking for when it comes to recruiting the cream of the crop.
At least once a year, I really, truly get my ass kicked on the bike. This year, I was lucky that The Knock couldn’t find me until August 25. It usually happens in the first race of the year, but since I haven’t raced a lick so far in 2012, I lasted until late summer
Photographer Justa Jeskova’s Deep Summer entry, Generations, she seeks to capture the spirit of the sport in the form of five riders, ranging in age from eight to 71, male and female.