Biking

Slog Heaven

Nasty weather, frigid temperatures, and a face caked with mud are three reasons why cyclocross racing is, and will always be, a niche sport. Yet in Seattle, where 36 inches of annual rainfall...

Take the Express Lane

It was as a member of the 1968 U.S. Olympic skeet-shooting team at the Mexico City Games that millionaire magazine publisher Bob Rodale caught his first glimpse of a velodrome. "What a beautiful...

Gravity's Rainbow

Drop off Bald Mountain's 9,150-foot summit, plunge 3,400 vertical feet in ten miles on buffed western singletrack through sagebrush and pine, and you'll realize why Sun Valley is fast becoming...

Here On Planet Granite

Kayakers scout rapids, climbers scout routes, and telemark skiers scout lines. Mountain bikers rely on momentum. Or at least that's what I tell myself as I drop off a muddy knob roughly the size...

Ramp It Up

Brandon Nicholls, now 14 years old, got his first for-real BMX bike on his seventh Christmas. "I just started riding from there," he says in a voice so newly dropped to baritone that he uses it...

Get a Grip

In a perfect world, the Volvo/Cannondale mountain-bike team's support van meets you at the trailhead. Chief mechanic Dave Arnauckas hops out with an armful of new tires at the same time World...

Do the Javelina

Not all Sonoran desert mountain-biking hazards have needles, as I was reminded on a recent ride. I was peeling down a stretch of craggy Tucson Mountain singletrack, my mind so focused on...

A Separate Peace in Puerto Rico

When the right front tire of our school bus lurched into an epic mud hole, Captain Mark fell down the bus steps and halfway out the open door. Seconds later, a deeper rut on the left pitched our...

In Tobago, It's All Good

A glance at a map of Tobago reveals an ample Caribbean coast that squiggles toward the northeast in a series of protected bays and ends with some dramatic rocky islets out in the open Atlantic....

In Tobago, It's All Good

Have you heard the cry of the mighty chachalaca? Well, neither had I. But over our heads at least a dozen of the turkey-size, maniacally loud birds were shifting about on bromeliad-bearded...

In Tobago, It's All Good

For the huge profits it produced for a handful of souls, Tobago was the Silicon Valley of its day. "Rich as a Tobago planter," envious eighteenth-century English folk used to say. Rapacious...

Wild, Wild West Texas

Mountain bikers and geologists can bond over the Solitario, a rare limestone and sandstone laccolith in Big Bend Ranch State Park. An odd arrangement of concentric mountain ranges formed by an...

El Diablo Made Me Do It

In a place where you're never more than 24 miles from the beach, it's easy to succumb to briny obsession, but Hiram Gastelum would like to remind you that the Baja Sur comprises other, more...

With the Wind at His Heels

In my two-wheeled dream, the cracked pavement of Prospect Park, Brooklyn— my customary biking circuit in the real world—has been refurbished with rolling thickets of fluorescent...

Chuck Darwin, Eat Your Heart Out

The geology of the Chiricahuas is as striking as the biology. Twenty-seven million years ago, a massive volcanic explosion (known to geologists by the disarming French term nuée ardente

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