Bike June 2015

Bike Magazine showcases the sport of mountain biking like no other publication. It captures the sport's personalities, trends, and issues with a style all its own. Using insightful feature articles and the sport's best photography, Bike is sure to make you want to get outside and ride.

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in this issue

3 min.

GRAHAM AVERILL The majority of Graham Averill’s stories involve the pursuit of beer, and yet he was psyched to land the profile of the young Shaw brothers (page 74). The fact that they’re under 21 meant no post-ride beers, but the two live just a half-hour away, so he was excited for the short commute. Plus, the Shaws rip. Graham has been watching the teens since they were in middle school (it’s not as creepy as it sounds), largely because they share the same stomping grounds: Pisgah National Forest. While researching this story, though, it became painfully obvious to Graham that the Shaws ride at a much different pace than he does. Graham is a senior writer for Bike and a contributor to Outside, Backpacker and Paste. He lives in Asheville,…

1 min.

FEATURED THIS MONTH ON BLUEPRINT IS BACK Check out our first “Blueprint” video of the year–a look behind the development of Evil’s The Following. We go inside the brand with founder Kevin Walsh and hear what changed his mind about 29ers and how he designed one of the most remarkable bikes of the year. Also, watch for the next “Blueprint” on 27.5+ mountain bikes, in which we consider whether ‘fat-lite’ bikes hold merit as a new category. DESTINATIONS Don’t miss our multimedia photo essays and stories from some of the world’s best riding locations on New Zealand’s North and South Islands and in Revelstoke, British Columbia.…

2 min.
no excuses

I’VE REALIZED LATELY THAT I DON’T OFTEN HANG OUT WITH people my own age. Most of the friends I spend time with are at least 10 years younger than me, and many of them are actually half my age. Yet this fact rarely occurs to me. And when it does, it’s usually because I’ve discovered that I can’t do something as well as I once could. It’s a bummer when this happens, but there is definitely a bright side: The reason I know I can’t do something as well as I could in the past is because I’m still out there doing it. Over the years, I’ve had plenty of people tell me I should “act my age” or “age gracefully” (whatever that means), but I’m pretty sure that none of…

4 min.

BREW CREW While still feeling the post-event letdown from the 2015 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo, it was really cool to see our Tucson trails and local club highlighted in the “Desert Dirt” article in your March issue. As a board member of the Sonoran Desert Mountain Bicyclists, I can say we do pride ourselves on the relationship we have built with various government agencies to help shape Tucson into the wonderful mountain biking destination that it is–noting that it is indeed Mother Nature that has done most of the work. I need to make a correction to your information block, “Ride Tucson,” that appears on page 40, specifically the “Where to Celebrate” section. We at Catalina Brewing Company indeed are avid and active mountain bikers (our moniker, “We Bike, We…

1 min.
letter of the month

Regarding the LOM in your March 2015 issue, and in the infamous words of Doc Holliday, “I’m your Huckleberry.” Like the writer of the letter, I just happen to have “a wife, 2.5 kids and a job not associated with working on bikes or writing about them.” I feel that I can put words to paper that the layperson can understand and relate to. Working the 5 a.m. to midnight shift would be doable, and I might even be able to manage doing it for 21 days straight, or, if not, pretty damn close. I’m a biking addict. I’m married to a very understanding and supportive woman who loves me despite my vices. We have two groms and I’ll claim the 0.5 as our dog. I like beer and tequila–good…

6 min.
cascade effect

“SHOULDN’T YOU BE RIDING THOSE THINGS?” The lady was in her 60s, one of nine pole-equipped hikers winding their way through the upper reaches of Larrabee State Park just south of Bellingham, Washington. It was a Wednesday in February and nearing noon. Overcast skies spat drizzle, and temperatures hovered around 48 degrees. It smelled like spring: wet dirt and decaying ground cover mixed with a hint of premature blossom in an unusually mild winter. With a slight smile, the greyhaired mother figure had called us out. We were still near the top of the descent, around 1,500 feet above sea level, and hugging a ridge due north. To the west, obscured by fog, sat the Puget Sound. To the east, sheer cliffs gave way to evergreen-clad foothills undulating toward the North Cascades,…