Steve Larson

This ought to put all that my-trail your-trail shit in perspective:

From: James
Subject: Pour one out for the homies…
Hey Dude,
Thought you might want to throw this up. Did not want to link this in a thread, but we lost a good one today. Met Steve a few times, very genuine guy and could lay down the hammer on the road and the dirt.

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Give props and raise your cups. Peace out Steve. He will be missed.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

10 thoughts on “Steve Larson

  1. Wow! Only 39!….. All you kids remember to enjoy every day of life!… You never know…
    Rest in Peace, Steve

  2. One of the most uptight individuals I’ve ever met in my life. This is not an insult, but a fact.
    A heart attack at 39..
    I’m not terribly surprised at all.

  3. that’s fucking HORRIBLE.

    Steve was a totally cool, and CLEAN racer. I loved the interviews with him on competitor radio.

    wow, I’m bummed…

    thanks,
    burt

  4. It is disturbing to see guys way stronger and ten years younger than me drop dead. Am I next? Gotta ride, it could be my last.

  5. Man…he was the guy I always pulled for back in the day…battling Tinker and Travis and Wiensy in the “salad days (wtf…everyone else is using it!)” of NORBA. He was robbed of a trip to Olympics back in the day, and picked up and started killing it on the National circuit. Saw him once at Seven Springs, PA…still have a pic of him running thru a huge rockgarden with the bike on his shoulder. Godspeed Mr. Larson, you were one of the greats.

  6. I met him a few times back in Davis, and knew a few people that worked at his shop. Seemed like a nice enough fellow. He’d come ride with the local clubs occasionally when he was in town, and make us drag our tongues on the ground for a couple hours. Good times. Far too young and too healthy for a heart attack. Fuck he was my age. I’d better get off my ass…

  7. Namesake of my favorite tires still. Larsen TT’s.

    I’ll think of you at the biergarten today.