The Mountain Bike Life


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IMG_1656I live in Richmond, Virginia. I’m a recent graduate from the school of Delusion, choosing to no longer waste my money on trying to put my classroom-loathing self through college. Right now, my days are spent listening to podcasts while lugging, heaving, and pushing boxes of all shapes and sizes across a concrete floor in the back room of a Target. Not exactly the future I envisioned, but when you’ve spent as much time as I have weathering the thought-stunting babble of community college teachers, it’s actually not too bad.

In the evening I read, watch basketball, and co-pilot our living room with my wife and two dogs as we attempt to watch every TV show ever made.

I’m also a freelance writer. Most recently my work has appeared in Decline and Singletrack magazine. I love writing about mountain biking. Every ride is a story, and I’m looking forward to sharing my stories with you.

You’ll learn more about me and my life through my posts. Read my first one and you’ll get a good idea of what’s going on right now. It’s a story of love, shock, astonishment, an unforgettable sound, maybe therapy, and trying to wrap my mind around the idea that I have to buy a new bike.

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I don't eat, sleep, and breathe mountain biking. No tattoo making my biceps look like they're wrapped in bicycle chains, no NASA approved suspension making me look like a portion of my ride might involve a parachute, and if I drink a Red Bull I'll be awake for the next 40 or 50 hours. But I am one of those guys who, after racing through the woods on my bike for the first time, thought, this just doesn't just feel fun- it feels right.

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