I started mountain biking in
1989, back in the days when nobody would have dreamed of spending
$1,000 on a bike just to trash it in the woods. The sport has
undergone a lot of changes since then and I've been right there through
it all.
Good
link to East Tennesse trails. There are a lot of good trails
here. Y'all take care of them.
In 1993 I joined a club in San Antonio, Texas called
STORM. I was about the
12th member to join and by the time I left in 1996, there were well
over 100 members. I have no idea who is in the club now, but I am
very proud to have been part of the origianal crew. These people
became my family when I was 1,000 miles from home, and I tip my helmet
to a few of them:
- Kenny, Martha, and Jackie Munn - One of the finest
families I've ever
known
- Bob Burke - Spreads the stoke (and the bull) like no
other
- Gary Duncan - Speedo model (No kidding, this guy used
to ride in a
Speedo)
- Kevin Ivey - He was like my first son
- Ruben - Taught me not to judge a book by its cover
- Albert - A big guy with a big heart
- Ray - Watch out for those rattle snakes!
- Carlo - Never quit smiling
These were just a few of the people that made mountain biking a
brotherhood and I've never ridden with a crew this great since.