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Moab is the Icon destination of our sport. I have been frequenting Moab since before I could drive.
In high school, it was the weekend destination as often as our funds would allow. Most of the pics
I have of the early years are in slides. But they are pretty funny to see our fully rigid bikes launching
off the sandstone with our 2.125" tioga city slickers (the ones with the triangulated shoulders, not
the crappy rounded ones). This is generally our best place to test the monsters we create as the terrain
is always the same, always unforgiving, and always perfect.
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Rob Brown tail hopping on Gemini Bridges
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This is a shot of me tailhopping on a 3" travel Nishiki Full Suspension back in 1994. I am scared to
death of heights and this platform is next to a 1000 foot drop into bull canyon.
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This is me at Chicken Corners. This was a total Hell ride if I remember correctly but then again, we
went with my brother and that is usually the case. We were supposed to be doing a show for Kynetyk Psykolz
but Bryan, Ruxton and I decided to go for a ride instead. Typical.
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I came off the top of the bowl and heard a creak. At the top of the opposite site I hopped and threw
the back wheel out behind me to twist off a 180 and drop back down into the bowl. As I was setting up
to reverse a 270 something bad happened. I heard a quick creak followed by a deafening pop. The next
thing I knew I was on my face sliding along the ground with my legs wrapped all the way around my back
and my chainrings resting in my shoulder and my feet still clipped into the pedals. In a split second,
everything was stopped and my fork lay separated from my bike. The first generation of the Girvin II
fork over leveraged the steerer tube and would break the stem off of it. On any bike this was bad.
But with the Girvin, the stem held the spring mechanism which caused the tire to collapse into the crown
and downtube effectively turning the bars into a catapult. This catapult shot me at the ground with
enough force to yank my shoulder clean out of the socket and destroy my helmet. Please note: I was
happy to get a replacement fork from Girvin. No lawsuit. People who sue suck.
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