After a year away, we found ourselves back up in the alpine with our tires hitting the soil of the legendary gathering, Mammoth Motocross. The return of family, friends, familiar faces and fellow racers brought a buzz of excitement to the thin air of the high altitude scene. We came with our crew to do what we do best, get off the couch and haul some ass. The pits were lively and the racing was intense, the 805 beer was flowing, stream like, as the crowds poured into the valley reaching top notch numbers.

The time away from Mammoth Moto was bitter, but being back was oh so sweet and brought with it a reminder of why we do, what we do… and it’s because, we can’t live with out it. 

Until The Wheels Fall Off.


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