| Until The End |
| I have a 64 year old body and a 30 year old mindset. That combination can be dangerous at times, but that's life. by Jim Matthews |
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| MTBLF Manifesto: Why We Ride |
| The Mountain Biker Liberation Front (MTBLF) has come into fruition under the recognition of the need for others to understand why it is that we bike through forests and over mountains... by Jim Murren |
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| Happy Birthday, Goldenboy |
| A frolicking birthday ride for a friend tuns into a dehydrated test of survival. by Dan Powell |
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| It's All About the Bike |
| One rider's story of how bicycles became an integral part of her life, including holding nuptials at a mountain bike touring center and using bicycles in her child rearing philosophy. by Wendy Russell |
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| Leg Shaving |
| Naturally, you get to wondering if pros do it because they're pro, then why do other guys do it? Why does the wheel sucker in the Discovery team bib shave his legs? by Tracie Beatty |
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| The Crankworx Killer |
| At the urging of his teacher, this high school senior sent Dirt Rag the story of his first mountain bike race. Move to the head of the class, Nathan. by Nathan Seitz |
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| Beach Biking |
| Yep, still having fun! by Greg Nass |
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| Beach Biking |
| Yep, still having fun! by Greg Nass |
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| Newbie on the Advanced |
| A green rider paints a picture of what it's like to ride advanced trails. by Shanna Lutton |
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| The Coolest Trails in Arizona |
| The East Rim is a cool summer paradise when most of the state is hotter than Hell. by Abe Gold |
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| Little Place |
| I decided I've had enough! Enough moping! Enough depression! Enough weirdness! It is time to get on with my life and I have decided to start it by doing my favorite thing at my favorite place. by Barin H. Beard |
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| The Gift |
| I have been exceedingly blessed on traditionally gift-giving occasions with bicycle related offerings. by Kevin Kiser |
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| Alternative Forms Of Transportation—Curt's Loop |
| A tale about the mental/physical battle that takes place on every ride, which include things that we can and cannot control. by Curt Thompson |
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| The Eye Catches Things |
| The eye catches things. It will take a shape that you see in the woods, and turn it into something else. by Aaron McClung |
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| Beer Guide to the Trails of Michaux |
| A list of Michaux trails, and beers that match the ride. by James Murren |
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| In Memoriam |
| Trixie's black little heart was stilled this past Sunday as a result of advanced age and metal fatigue. She was 32. by Greg Taylor |
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| Rollin With the Homies...er, Homeless |
| As I stepped out the door and was pulling on my gloves I glanced down the street to see my urban neighborhood in a complete standstill. I was out before the morning sun… by Josh Novis |
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| Bike-Ku |
| A biker's take on the classic Haiku. by Randy Marthins |
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| What's Up With That: Gear for Gals, and How it Kinda Bites. |
"Take a look hon, a new bike made for women. Do you want it?"
"Hell, no."
by Jesse Corbeil |
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| Booze to Cruz |
| The Booze to Cruz all got started when two friends, Micah and Adam, decided on a drunken whim to ride their bikes from Monterey to Santa Cruz on their hangovers the following day. by Marissa Young |
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| Homecoming |
| Some argue that you can't go home again. However, thanks some cool new trails courtesy of the state of Delaware, this homecoming story has a happy ending. by T. Everett Foster |
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| Morning Ride |
| Read what happens when John, a self-proclaimed 63 year old kid on a bike, has his morning ride interrupted by a malicious tentacled monster. by John Palmer |
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| The Zen of Punctures |
| Being a contemplative sort of person I wonder about the more profound things when I have a spare moment, for example while waiting for the goo to dry. Was this puncture a lesson that I'd yet to learn? If so what? by Cressers |
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| Early Morning Confessions of the Addicted |
| I haven't ridden my bicycle in two weeks. I got the twitches...I'm pissy. It's like a monkey on my back, this addiction to two wheels. by Terry Carter |
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| No Borders |
| It never dawned on us that there were probably some guys watching us ride our bikes in and out across the border on some Homeland Security camera at a bunker located in the belly of the beast... by Grant Lamont |
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| Longitude and Gratitude |
| Rob pays homage to the two guys who ran the bike shop that he worked in as a BMX riding youth. He's earned two college degrees since that time, but the shop provided the best education of his life. by Rob Kristoff |
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| A Change In The Weather |
| There's a sudden chill edge to this breeze, and I sense the majestic procession of the seasons. Just for a moment I'm aware of my true place in the universe... by Paul "Cressers" Creswell |
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| Feeling Low |
| So why am I feeling low? I think it started a month or so before the ride. June was a particularly deadly month for New York cyclists... by Erik Ferguson |
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| It’s Never Too Late to Quit |
| The DNF doldrums forced this rider to analyze why his racing motivation simply evaporated... by James Meloan |
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| Curbs. |
| That curb was only the first in a long line of angular concrete ramps and bumps that would forever change the way I view my surroundings. by Jerry Aaron Hazard |
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| Life in Fixed Gear |
| There is only one problem with the fixed gear bike—you have only one gear, and its possible to get lulled into a hypnotic trance. by Mr. Dana M. Mellerio |
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| The Mysterious Dirt Road |
| The treasure of a dirt road is something only a mountain biker can discover. Our machines take us kindly through the barriers of a dirt road. by Walker Thompson |
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| Night Comes Early |
| On the mountain, snow is falling beneath the fast moving clouds rushing east from the Pacific. Not a breath of wind around me, and I add a jacket and a light as day gives way to night. by Doug Shipley |
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| I’m a Snob |
| I'm a mountain biking snob--not a snob about equipment or skills or endurance or results. But indeed, I am a mountain biking snob. by Joseph Freund |
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| Judgment |
| To go into great detail of the joys and subtle feelings of satisfaction that participating in this sport of ours can provide would be the dirty equivalent of preaching to the converted. by JD Cruise |
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