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.
the krokuses pop up and say howdy in our front yard, the I.C.
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.