My full name is Ryun Bates Noble.  I was born of goodly parents on June 5th of 1973 in the little town of Portland, Oregon.  My folks say I fell down alot and loved to wear my sandals.  Things haven't changed much since then.  We moved to Palo Alto, California where my dad finished school and then to Orem, Utah.  We soon moved to a neighboring city called Provo at the benches of the Wasatch Front.  I served a mission for the LDS church from 1992 to 1994 in Tempe, Arizona.  While I was gone parents finished their house that shares a property line with our old house where I grew up.  I lived in Provo for about a year after my mission then moved back to 'Zona in 95.  Since '96 I have been back in Provo sometimes in an apartment, sometimes in mouse infested storage units, and sometimes back with my folx.   In Oregon, I was very young.  I remember a few images of my dad driving up in his '67 Vette with it raining outside.   We had heated floors and I used to go find a quiet middle of the hallway and curl up with my toy cars and trucks and sleep. I am told that when we lived in Cali that I used to ride around on my father's shoulders and fall asleep on his head all of the time.  I just remember playing in the sand box near where we lived. When we lived in Orem I used to get on my big wheel and follow my brother around on his bicycle.  This was great until he started setting up jumps.  The big wheel's seated position and front wheel drive was not very conducive to such activities. When I was four my parents bought a house in the foothills of Provo, Utah.  I was pretty much a wimp growing up.  I was scared to death to ride down our driveway as it was so very steep.  My brother used to have neighborhood kids lay down behind a jump and see how many he could clear.  I would watch.  I preferred to play with my hot wheel cars. Music was a big part of our family.  I started playing the piano when I was about 8 or so.  I used to perform with my brother and sisters at the De Jong Concert Hall at Brigham Young University.  I took from Harvey Rich till I was a teenager, then from Donald Windham, and later from David Glen Hatch till I was 19.  I still play on rare occasion and am grateful that my mother made me practice.  (Although I still don't understand why I had to practice before I could go ride my three wheeler) I started getting a little more brave when I got my Schwinn chrome BMX bike.  I remember I hated the chrome with the red mags but my folx had paid extra for it.  I always felt badly because it was such an awesome gift but I didn't like the color.  Pretty soon it was me setting up the neighborhood kids.  When I was about 10 or 11 I remember I tried to jump a small swingset at my buddy's house that was about 7 or 8 feet tall.  I cleared the first bars but tangled somehow on the second monkey bar.  I don't remember much except that I bent my bars and I woke up with my nose bleeding profusely.  I cleaned up, tried to hide the blood and rode till it was dark. I got involved in Cub Scouts and recieved every pin on my Webelos stripes as well as every loop for my belt.  I became a Boy Scout and loved it.  I hated the paperwork but loved the adventures.  I think of anything in my life, Scouting has been second only to my religeon in shaping my beliefs.  When I got my eagle I had over 70 merit badges and was barely 14. I used to ride double on the back of our ATC 90 three wheelers with my brother from the time I was very young.  We had an empty lot across the street from my house and a neighbor with a backhoe that used to oblige us with an occasional mound of dirt on our trails.  The lot was covered with field grass and sage and 8' tall trees that we would wind our trails through and around.  When I was about 10, my family got an ATC 200s I would ride these trails nearly every day after school with my buddies Rob Brown and Martin Rosengreen.  When other kids were vegging on G.I.Joe and He-Man, we were making jumps over and into little streams and linking trails.  When my brother was 17 he got an ATC 250R and I inherited his ATC 200x.  I was all of 13 when we were covering about a 50 mile mountain range.  If my parents would have known, they'd have locked me up for good.  I used to dislocate a shoulder or snap a finger or toe and have to try and hide it so that I could go riding the next day.  Every time we'd wreck, the intent was to save the machine so that nobody would notice.  We used to get chased off the trails by police and angry neighbors.  To this day, I don't understand the harm we caused anyone.  Some, including myself have even been shot at for riding on this public land.   I got my Fourtrax 250R for earning my eagle and my 14th birthday.  I watch the videos my father took of my brother and I and still have to wonder what they were thinking.  I was TINY!  My helmet was so big I couldn't keep it from hitting the handlebars when I would jump.  And there I was competing with my 18 year old brother and his three wheeler to see who could go higher, further and harder.  My dad has always been a good sport and gone with us.  He is a pretty awesome rider himself though he tends to be pretty conservative.  We still occasionally go to the dunes together.   We each have over 20 years of experience dune running and I imagine we will be doing that for as long as we're able. Mountain biking was pretty obvious for me to get involved with.  I was about to turn 13 and I wanted a Peugeot 12-speed so I could get my bicycling merit badge.  My folks figured I would tear it up in a matter of hours so my dad found a new toy called an All-Terrain Bicycle with big balloon tires and a flat bull-horn handlebar and 18 speeds called the Peugeot Orient Express. On the required 50-miler that we rode from Fishlake to Richfield I passed a fellow scout who was on the coveted 12-speed as well as three cars on the final 12% descent.  Things have been going downhill ever since.  I consider myself to be a very diverse cyclist.  I have ridden BMX, Cross Country, Road, Downhill and have recently been classed as an Extreme Free-Rider.  I generally dislike being categorized with "free-riders" who seem to have no finesse in their riding at all and generally put together their bikes very poorly in my estimation.  I build and modify my own bikes and parts.  I have always had the same goal of building something that is not only strong but very lightweight and completely functional. In my life I have traveled to all but one time zone in the world including Russia, Australia, China, Europe, and Moab, water-skiid gator-infested waters, biked 10,000 miles in a year, four-wheeled 4+ trails, launched an ATV where neither lark nor eagle flew and am continually exploring new avenues and heights.  I love to challenge myself.  I started my first corporation at age 21 and my second at the start of 1999.  I occasionally attend college courses and would like to get my degree someday as I know formal education is important.  But I also know there is alot to be learned with a wrench and your own knuckles bleeding from a single stripped and rounded bolt that is standing between you and taking your 4x4 on your next adventure.