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Bike September 2018

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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United States
Lingua:
English
Editore:
American Media Operations, Inc
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2 minuti
found connections

KINSHIP. CAMARADERIE. A CONNECTION. So much of our motivation to ride can be traced to a desire to form meaningful relationships with other humans. We’re all searching to feel like we belong, and we ride because it helps us find ‘our people.’ Our dirt companions often change over the years—full-day missions shared with a group of buddies untethered of responsibilities and unbound by time constraints are eventually replaced by laps with the kids at the neighborhood pumptrack or a stolen hour at dusk with a co-worker—but it all means the same thing: Miles pedaled together equate to lasting bonds. BUILDING BONDS THAT RUN DIRT-DEEP This issue is devoted to stories that convey these connections, and we chose an unconventional cover image to present it, simply because Ale Di Lullo’s shot from Royal Fest…

3 minuti
buzz

I’ve driven across Nelson, British Columbia’s Big Orange Bridge hundreds of times and never taken notice of the artwork hidden beneath the town’s iconic gateway. My mind first went to someone riding the stairs, but, I quickly learned people boost the handrail. Go figure. Monty nailed it repeatedly—always with a big smile on his face. Some things just naturally line up. Cody Kelley’s trademark style shined brightly through parting, rain-soaked clouds this past winter outside of Laguna Beach, California. Cooper Quinn cupped a delicate lichen offering during a sopping deluge on British Columbia’s North Shore beneath tall cedars’ arms of umbrage; a small moment part of a bigger picture. Rock is rare in Santa Cruz, California. We’ve got Redwoods, perfect soil and even roots but true slabs are hard to find. Regardless, Simon Silver and…

7 minuti
lonely valley

“THERE ARE MORE TRAILS THAT AREN’T HERE – THAT WERE HERE – THAN THERE ARE HERE NOW.” The worn-out gears in my head turned, trying to make sense of what Dylan Renn said about his childhood Sierra Nevada playground of Bear Valley, California. Sandwiched between a volcanic ridge to the west and a massive granite formation to the east, Bear Valley is a glacially carved canyon in the heart of a geologic transition, with the valley itself a lush meadow that stays green and brilliant with wildflowers well into fall, especially after a big winter. This dynamic zone makes riding Bear Valley like eating a layer cake; there’s varied goodness all the way through. Above treeline, there’s a dusting of loose volcanic soil, giving way to a savory mix of decomposed…

5 minuti
point break when too far is just far enough

I didn’t have a plan, because I never have a plan when it comes to ride weekends like these. Others like to salivate over trail maps fantasizing about the future pain of masochistic expeditions. They set their sights on a lofty goal and don’t flinch no matter how much beer is consumed the night before or how appealing it is to crawl back into the tent for a little more sleep. It turns out my road trip co-conspirator is one of those people. “Let’s ride the Whole Enchilada,” he said. “From town.” Like most iconic trails hours from my home, I knew this classic Moab trail by name only. With a few dozen miles of technical riding that start in the La Sal mountains and slowly descend thousands of feet, the Whole…

5 minuti
be the nail and other lessons behind life’s lyrics

Childhood in New Zealand dished up some formative experiences that seemed inconsequential but had a rudder effect lasting decades. Music class was compulsory up until junior high (or ‘intermediate,’ as it was referred to down there, back then). A full classroom of 10-year olds warbling out “El Condor Pasa” in quavering falsetto, accompanied by tentatively blown recorder and nervously struck glockenspiel. A confluence of discord that came together in some eerie harmony. “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail, yes I would, if I only could, I surely would …” It’s funny how some things stick in the mind. That lyric, penned by Paul Simon and laid onto a score composed by Daniel Alomia Robles, got lodged in my pre-teen kid brain and resurfaced many years down the line when…

1 minuti
convenient mortality

At 16,499 feet, deep within India’s Himalaya, the clear, cool refreshing waters of Roopkund Lake lap peacefully atop the Trishu massif. Three hundred human skeletons litter the lake’s bottom. It makes for a popular trek. ‘Skeleton’ Lake is a sight to see. As glacial ice and snow recede, a boneyard rears its … skulls. As can be the case for anything garnering global attention in a third-world country eager for tourism’s doling dollar, you have to pay to play. Permits, permission, a guide, the government, everybody gets a cut. Senior photographer Bruno Long, KC Deane, Geoff Gulevich and Mitch Chubey made the trek on two wheels, pedaling over ancient cobblestone, slate, fine dirt, proper roots and past … “7-Elevens. You can buy chips and pop, order chai tea, order cigarettes, charge your phone, your…