When you drive through the desert southwest it is impossible to miss all the giant fins and domes of dirt everywhere. Eons of erosion spreading out like dirty fingers through the treeless desert. The dirt is soft under your tires yet solid enough to get speed and be in control. But just unpredictable enough to keep you on your toes. As a mountain biker, it is almost irresistible.
Last fall, my buddy Angry Buddhist and I were driving through such an area on our way to Fruita when we decided to stop for a little road side distraction. We had the proper bikes for the job and about 8 beers between us, so we set out to scout some fun lines.
We packed down a few lines and tossed ourselves at the soft landings. I have been told that I giggle like a little girl in these situations but I never hear it. Although I’m pretty sure that this was one of those times. We even moved on to some progressively bigger and more committing lines.
We walked away high on life and quite honestly, thinking that we were pretty bad-ass. Recently I have stumbled upon more and more videos of some great riders on similar terrain.
As if that wasn’t a hard enough blow to the ego…This morning I watch this:
Now these riders are infinatley more talented than I am on two wheels, but that is not why my mind is blown. Take some terrain I love to ride. Make it taller and steeper than I have ever seen and then put it in the middle of Asia. Foreign travel plus real mountain biking where tracks may have never been put down before… Sign me up, I would die a happy man.by