Bike June 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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reap   and   sow

EVERY TIME I GET ON MY BIKE, I’m thankful. Not for the time and ability to ride—those don’t go unappreciated, but honestly, I could use more of both. What I’m generally thinking about is how relieved I am that I’m on a bike that rides so well. I didn’t discover mountain biking until my early 20s—a burned-out journalist seeking respite in the woods—so I never truly had to suffer through our sport’s growing pains. Although I’ve certainly experienced awkward geometry, too-short bars and too-long stems, narrow rims and wimpy tires, I’m blissfully ignorant of most of mountain biking’s worst historic ailments. I almost don’t deserve to be pedaling bikes that are nearly slack enough for the World Cup downhill circuit but also climb like a scared cat scaling a tree, because…

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I don’t think I will ever tire of the Swiss Alps’ diversity. From one valley to another, it’s completely unique. Each has its own personality. Once you start digging, it feels endless and the intricacies linked are limitless. I get the same feeling today as my first trip in the early 2000s—the convergence of space so open and vast with the jam-packed nature of rugged ranges is intoxicating. In this shot, Stephen Matthews bridges that very gap above Verbier, Switzerland, looking toward France’s Mont Blanc massif. I don’t want to seriously injure myself or die as much as the next guy, but I like to put myself into situations where that variable exists. I choose my friends based on this mantra too, because there’s nothing as invigorating as being in a…

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there’s no time like tomorrow

As a general rule of life, I try to say ‘yes’ unless there’s a damn good reason to say ‘no,’ but—and I don’t think it’s middle age talking here—with kids to manage and bills to pay, it can feel like life is so busy that saying ‘no’ is the only option. OK, that does sounds like middle age talking. But the truth is that it’s not the bills or responsibilities that are making me say no; it’s because I’m scared of getting hurt again. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost two years since the fall that would change the way I looked at life. It wasn’t on a sketchy downhill or on some treacherous rock-laden route, but on a trail I’d been riding since high school—one that was so familiar that…

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dream rides

When I was a child, I regularly had dreams that I could fly, only to realize mid-flight that I didn’t know how to land, and would wake up with a stomach-knotting jolt as things unraveled and I began to plummet. This was regular, along with dreams of running but feeling glued to the ground, so that no matter how hard I pistoned my legs, I could barely inch forward. As I grew older and got into motorcycles, the dreams morphed, and I would find myself launching off jumps only to just keep soaring up and away from the ground until panic set in, and the inevitable lurching awake prevented me from resolving whatever landing might be about to go wrong. Instead of running and going nowhere, I would be twisting the…

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the last of my kind

INSIDE HIS HELMET WAS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF DIRT AND SAGEBRUSH. The heavily armored zealot had just ridden his bicycle off a 55-foot cliff in the sweltering British Columbia desert, violently crashing back to earth. When his frame snapped, he catapulted headfirst into a tree that exploded with the perfume of pine tar and dust. The horizontal beige stripes of the sandy cliff above looked like the static from an old TV. So did the inside of his head. This was not Josh Bender’s first concussion, but it was his worst. As the camera crew drove him to a Kamloops hospital, he couldn’t remember anything. Maybe that’s why he’d go on to try the ‘Jah Drop’ three more times before seemingly vanishing from the nascent freeride scene many say he birthed. Eighteen years…

4 minutos
freeze dried

TEN HOURS. THAT’S HOW LONG IT TAKES TO GET TO the nearest hospital when you’re 750 miles from the North Pole on an uninhabited island in the Canadian Arctic. Darren Berrecloth, Cam Zink, Carson Storch, Tom van Steenbergen, photographer Blake Jorgenson and the Red Bull Media House/Freeride Entertainment crew spent three weeks on Axel Heiberg Island, Canada’s second northernmost island to the North Pole, with a landmass the size of Switzerland. They were at 80 degrees of latitude north of the equator. Here in San Diego County, we sit at a measly 33 degrees. Up near the North Pole this past summer, the sun truly never went down. It averaged 0 degrees Celsius (32 degrees Fahrenheit) during their stay. June and July are the only two months the ground is visible. During winter,…