GUN LOCK LOOP, SORRY JACK ! sad to say that the giner came out yesterday, well not completely i suppose, skully had a lot to do with it, he cant talk but he is easy to read. when i was starting to get ready to ride he looked at me with these sad pathetic eyes, so we loaded up the truck and went to the red cliffs instead so me and "the skull" could go hiking. so i guess i could use this entry to blather on about things that may be irrelevant to anyone reading this but i am finding this blog thing a little therapeutic and as anyone who really knows me will tell you, therapy could only be a good thing when it comes to the "the bones". i got into bikes in a non conventional way you might say. what i will do is add the story that ran on me in the mountain bike action august issue when i learn how to work this computer that way i dont have to bother anyone with the gory details. however for information sake i can tell you that i was at one time a federal prison inmate. i was released in 2000 to a halfway house and was given the choice to ride in a van back and forth to my required job, or go buy a bike. im sure you can figure out which one i picked, after all im reasonably sure i wouldnt be here if i had rode in that depressing van. so it wasnt long after that i made it back to salt lake city and just immersed myself in the life style, i sold that first bike (diamondback apex with crap components) and started to buy better bikes and better gear. it was a great diversion to have something like mountain bikes to focus on, it allowed my brain to get used to living without all the pollutants i was putting in my body for so long. it gave my soul a place to be free and start to breathe again, when you spend the better part of 17 years drugging and dealing it takes a horrible tole on the soul, but mountain bikes returned the beauty of being alive, which is a fucked up thing to lose let me tell you. then came that first trip to moab, wooh, the best and the worst at the same time. i had been through moab a number of times in the past and always found it a pretty place, but since reading all the magazines and seeing how the press and the tribe its self touted my own back yard, well moab had become a spiritual place in my mind. so off we went to the halloween fest that used to run every year, one of my best friends in life had gotten her shit together also. "mia bergeson", i wont go into how we met 11 years earlier. so here we were flying through the desert to ride our bikes in a place we had no idea would be the way it was, fuckin cops, yeah we got pulled over and ticketed, mia how fast were we going that day 90 or some thing ? anyway, the sun was now going down and we were just getting off i-70, so we didnt really get to see much as we rolled in. to make this shorter lets cut to the chase. second day at the festival we had been out riding and had come back to town, it was getting on in the day and mia wanted to ride from the hotel to the poison spider bike shop to buy some stickers and stuff. on our way back to the hotel we were crossing an intersection and some stupid kid didnt see us, little bastard just missed me but mia was on my wheel, as i looked back all i saw was mia flying off the hood of that truck. so many things went through my mind before i got stopped and made it back to her, the worst being the urge to go right to that kid and choke the life from his useless skin, but when i saw mia lying in the street blood coming from her head and her bike all bent to shit i suddenly realized that me bleeding this kid out wasnt going to help her at that moment. every thing turned out, well, ok, it was a long legal thing that didnt pay her very well, she recovered, but the broken ankle still gives her problems and those creepy staples they put in her head wooh, whats up with those things anyway ? now you know what "the best and worst" means. the best was that i rode moab for the first time. mia was awesome and layed in the hotel the next day insisting that i go ride, what a soldier huh ? when we left the next day some of me stayed there, and that part of me is always waiting for me to come visit. moab, where part of my soul sleeps ! riding this weekend for sure, took my fork out to "over the edge", poor talas blew its seals again. the crew from fruita was all there, they are on the way home from a three week jaunt through the south west riding their asses off. got a chance to talk with troy, love that guy, and noah has to be one of the coolest guys i ever met, good to see you guys, looking forward to vegas in feb', by the way noah, that girl at the shop, who was that ?
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