The Freeriders Dream

Since I was a kid growing up in south central Alaska I’ve always been told I was

never good enough. I’d never be fast enough or have enough skill to accomplish anything

I wanted. That’s the way it always was, until I turned about 13 years old. Around that

time I started getting into sports that required more dedication and commitment; this

began to rapidly consume my entire life. I started forgetting what everyone thought and

focused more on doing what I do. I believe that the bigger you go the better you’ll

become.

In my most recent couple years I’ve concentrated on furthering my skills in

freeride mountain biking. Riding has become my way of life. When I can get out there,

my bike and I become one. The more I train and the more I practice the more success I

achieve. These days it’s all based on competition. Whoever goes the biggest, rides the

fastest, and can handle the most technical terrain takes it all. I’ve learned you’ve got to

push your limits to in order to obtain what you want.

I guess in a way I feel I have something to prove, but I still keep riding about me,

not someone else. I want to push myself, develop new accomplishments, and stay true to

the idea of the original freerider. Sticking with this I will get better, and I will achieve

greatness. Riding is my thing, as long as I am capable I will keep shredding with the

gnarliest steeze you could ever imagine.