About MeI live smackdab in the middle of flyover country: Kansas City. And after traveling all over for years, I decided to come back here. We've got some damn fine singletrack littered with rocks, which is what I love. Also, I have a job here. That makes a difference, right?
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Business in the front, party in the back 40. via Strava
Slaughter is hotter via Strava
Group Hug @BRP via Strava
BRP Walkie Talkie via Strava
Thanks, mongwolf, I've seen some amazing first aid take place in the backcountry by some really experienced people (Greg, whom I quoted in the article being one of them). I think being prepared is such an easy thing - and easy thing to forget. Good thing you had your kit with you. Three serious lacerations…
Sail Away Home via Strava
Wow, the TV watch time just makes me sad. What a waste of a life for folks.
Out of Control via Strava
oops, itchy trigger finger. It was supposed to conclude with: right by the readers of singletracks, in my humble opinion.
At the risk of sounding like an ass kiss (I've gotten to the honest stage in life where I tell people how I really feel), Greg is a straightforward and good cat. He's very interested in doing
Hey John, all lies. This is flyover country and we have nothing but cows and corn. It says it in that damn episode of Trail TV. And speaking of rocks, the pesky limestone at Swope claimed an elbow a few weeks ago. There's lots of it there. Those crazy trail gnomes have been busy putting…
I've been doing this for 30 years and wouldn't do anything over any differently. I've been to the best places, met the best people, found the best version of me, and have lived some incredible adventures because of the damned mountain bike. Would I rather not have a broken elbow now? Yep. Or the two…
The old version of success was not really working for me and left me unfulfilled. So I spent a year traveling and riding my bike trying to determine what my life's next stage would look like and how I'd determine if it was successful. I think I came to my truth somewhere when I was…
Crashing face first could be really interesting. I guess there's always mashed potatoes.
I remember when 29ers started hitting the scene and during a marathon event I pulled into a checkpoint and there was a guy at the entrance castigating every person not on 29" wheels. It was odd that some guy felt so badly about who he was that he decided to sling abuse at people who…