WildStyle

cyclocross.

Honda grom, Kawasaki ninja 250's, KTM Rc390, Yamaha R3, Ducati Scrambler. It's hot in the motorbike world to create these fun, tossable little engine'd bikes for beginners. Every motorcycle mag has a review in one and every rider who rides one says how fun they are. Controllable speed, easy to maneuver, easy maintenance, great prices.

Pick a wheel size, and be a dick about it. or just shred on any style of bike

he'll break it for you though lol. kid goes through bikes like a boss

Riders like Renner have a huge following on social media, it's worth it for a company like Fox Head to sponsor him and/or his son more as a brand ambassador than a competing athlete. If his son is willing to put in the work and become competitive, it could pan out even better for Fox. Plus I'm sure Renner is sponsored by Fox suspension on his moto/side-by-side/etc and has amassed a list of industry contacts that could probably get anyone sponsored. Prop to him for still ripping as a father and semi-old man!

In financial news today, Stock in YT bike just went through the roof with 2 podium wins at Rampage.

Looks like a newer Commencal Supreme frame with the older style Commencal seat/chain stays. Props to DB for making an affordable bike that has the looks and it pretty well spec'd!

What Launch lacks in elevation, it makes up for in passion. The entire crew is awesome, such a laid back vibe that carries throught the mountain. The trails range from flowy with a bunch of man made features, all the way up to east coast knar, and even some old school 2000's era inspired freeride.

The weekend flies by, the miles fly by, the beers fly down. Everyone going to bed late each night buzzed off the trails of the day, and buzzed off the local beer. Sitting by the campfire after a tiring day of the unexpected. Big laughs and stories being exchanged about that huge drift, the one rock that caught everyone by surprise, that sketchy drop nobody wanted to guinea pig. Your belly is full of locally bought food, since your one buddy forgot to put ice in the food cooler. Nobody was really happy about that in the beginning, but it gave us a chance to try this awesome burger we got from the local town, funny how those things work out. Waking up early on Sunday (hangover anyone?), packing the truck with smelly clothes and dirty gear. Legs tired from the long climbs, forearms tired from the white knuckle descents. Some fresh scrapes and bruises, proof you've been christened by the local tracks. In the back of your mind you hope they turn into scars; marks forever engraved on your body just like the memory will live in your head. The ride home is silent, your buddies sleeping or zoning out, reveling on the waning weekend. Some are on their phones, slowly getting back into the normality of life. The next morning, reality punches you in the face right after the alarm screams in your ear. Rush to the office and sit at the desk for hours on end. Legs aching, phone ringing, millions of unread emails. Your mind is still in the mountains. As cliche as it is, it's really about the entire journey and not the destination, but you already know that and are planning the next trip already.

Weekend trips with your mates and bikes, not worried about the wife, the job, the rent due. The miles there excite you and theres an energy in the truck that's electric. With each passing mile, your worries are left behind and everyone starts cracking jokes laughing, munching on snacks, cranking up the tunes. You've planned this for months and it's finally here! Your living in the moment, soaking it in like a sponge. New trails, new scenery, new dirt, new experiences, a new bed (or sleeping bag) for a few days, THIS is the life!