Spokin' Sportsmans

For one of the first times in my adult life, I felt an urge to “fit in”.. wear baggies.. wear pads.. a full-face hemet.. ride a bike with more than one gear (although I prolly only shifted three or four times all weekend)… suspension out the yazzoo (and I went out of my way to hit . . . → Read More: Going Big (and geared) at Whistler; or Bite Me, Matt