An infinite collection of tiny rocks and decomposed plant matter. You clog my lungs and grit my teeth. You scratch my goggles and stain my clothes. But you also stain my soul. So thank you.
You are more than a mere part of the earth. You are the earth. You erupt from deep volcanic faults or collect in ancient processes. Upon impact, you give nothing, but you give everything through your existence. You are the beginning, middle and end of all trails. So thank you.
You barely exist, yet you completely surround me. With a perfect mix of 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen and 1% "miscellaneous" you deliver life to every corner of our planet. And when I put you between tire and Earth, you give life to my ride. So thank you.
You are the veins of the forest. You grip the ground with gnarled fingers and lay wooden foundation for tall trees and the trails that snake between them. Within you, the lifeblood of the timber flows. Without you, the woods and the singletrack they host would fall. So thank you.
Some question its presence. As if chairlifts and full-face helmets somehow diminish the passion behind our gravity-fueled pursuit. What we know is that it has never been about equipment or high-speed quads or dual crown forks. Instead, it’s about substance, and commitment, and love for a two-wheeled life. Simply put, it is soul. So thank you.