Unlike any other sport I’ve engaged in, mountain biking has the ability to transport me back to my youth, on my coaster-brake CCM, a massive grin plastered across my face and knobby, skinned knees spinning out of control as I careen down a sandy bank towards our jump made from an old door. Forty years later, here I am with the same shit-eating grin and same bleeding knees, hurtling down a trail towards a jump just as scary as that old door.

Sure, my bike is about 100 times more expensive than the CCM (which, ironically, can only take about 1/10th the abuse), but everything else might as well be exactly the same! I’m an eight year old kid again, out with my best friends, laughing, whooping, getting scared, and definitely not giving a shit about anything else other than what is 2 seconds in my future! People meditate their entire lives to be able to achieve that ‘moment of presence’ that we can find with two tires and some welded metal tubes! What can be better than that?

I hope to see you on the trail one day, irresponsible, playing the fool and most importantly, NOT acting your age. People meditate their entire lives to be able to achieve that ‘moment of presence’ that we can find with two tires and some welded metal tubes! What can be better than that?