Crossing the border into El Salvador, we were helped by a guy who wanted me to hook up with his sister. Advertisements
I woke at 2, and having planned to leave at 4, decided to get an early start, because undoubtedly something would slow me down.
It was the most people I’d had in my van since Santa Fe, NM, when my cousin Nancy took Cass, Sage, me and two bikes up into the mountains for […]
In 4 days I raced across the better half of the country to get to my buddy’s in Cancun in time for Christmas.
I slipped out of Sayulita early one morning after hearing about a mountain bike ride with a guide company out of Puerto Vallarta.
The ocean was calling. It had been close to 6 weeks since I left the Pacific Ocean in Vancouver, and I needed to get back to the water.
Colourful Colorado is a great state; they’ve got 14,000 footers, legalized marijuana, tons of ski towns, and miles of mountain bike trails.