Amazing things happen when there is enthusiasm and will behind an idea. If these elements are missing, then an idea remains just that…an idea. Last November, in a hotel room on the campus of the University of Maryland, an idea was formalized with enthusiasm and will—albeit, a little bourbon might also have been involved. The idea was to ride fatbikes in Iceland.
Once upon a time I fell in love with riding my bike. I started pushing myself to be faster and ride farther. I was in love with the endurance race scene and spent as much time as I could on my bike. It all came to a sudden halt during a local 12-hour race. One minute I was feeling great and a few hours later my knee started to feel sore. By the end of the race I could barely pedal across the finish line.
I was driving home from the Salsa HQ in early May and decided to give Brett a call. He had just received his Colossal Ti and had a killer road route planned, beginning and ending in Durango. My mind was swimming with images of tall mountains and pine covered valleys as he was describing it.
Forward motion is all you need for happiness during PMBAR - the Pisgah Mountain Bike Adventure Race. Following an unknown route in the middle of Western North Carolina’s famous trail system, it’s not the longest in time or distance, but it’s the singularly most intense event I’ve ever done. Overnight survival gear is mandatory.