MTBVT Team

Bike Noise

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I’ve never thought of myself as being neurotic or OCD in any real manner. Generally…

Montana’s Whitefish Bike Retreat

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Lime green Tamaracks flashed by, almost changing in color as we passed through Montana’s fall landscape. A break in the trees revealed a rogue trail that had emerged under the radar. A lip, sculpted from a bank using logs to hold its figure, would propel riders into the air to a large step down landing. As we drove to the Whitefish Bike Retreat, that view reminded me of all the trails I created as a kid without permission. The responsibility free days of being a kid, were they over? Not at a pl

Building a Tennessee Tunnel 

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Fifteen minutes ago Brian Hann was overlooking our work—still wearing a polo, after his day job working for Dewhirst Properties, he relaxed with beer in hand. I had just returned, hoping he wouldn’t notice the excavator that had slipped a track. It rested on churned red Tennessee clay like a beached whale. Brian was now hunched over the track, his polo had darkened from staggering heat and his hands were smothered in grease. This is how the trail projects worked in Knoxville, Tennessee. Like hi