Early Days
I started racing at the 24 Hours of Moab about 13 years ago. I was not racing at the time, not even riding much really. There was no time. Mind and body numbing 80 hour work weeks were one of the many benefits of owning a small bike company I enjoyed back then, so I had stopped most physical activity other than fretting a lot about coming up with the money to pay bills and drinking coffee to stay awake.

Unlike some of the other heirlooms of the early days in MTBs, I did not come into the sport through racing. Mr. Fisher and Mr. Ritchey were road racing stars before they started riding bikes with fat tires, but I came in from a technical angle. Also, I am 52 now, so you can do a little math and see that I got into it late by racing standards.