Although the photos are old, almost ten years now, it still seems like yesterday. The trails were incredible, and a scorpion shacked up in my boot. The woman who would much later become my wife was there as well -- camping with another dude in the back of their Toyota truck. Life sure does take some crazy twists and turns, just like that Colorado singletrack.

As the krokuses pop up and say howdy in our front yard, the I.C. PHOTO PAGE is also starting to come to life. Robert Reid's photos of a group of industrialized cyclists on a trail holiday have me pining away for mountain bike season even more than usual. My gallery of the city after the neutron bomb hit proves that the cars continued to move, and move fast.