A History of Riding Big Lines with My Brother

My older brother Joe and I grew up on bikes, so naturally when bike movies became a thing, we had those things on Repeat. The Kranked series was the tip of the iceberg for us and it blew our minds that a handful of the athletes and film makers lived in our tiny little town of Rossland BC. Growing up this place was like the wild west of freeride mountain biking. Our crew of over energetic young guns would hit the trails, watch a bike films, stop at the grocery store for drink and be face to face with the wild-men of the silver screen. It was about all a kid could handle. Naturally for a couple of impressionable young bloods like my brother and I, it was a case monkey see, monkey do, and we went for it. We’d steal our mom’s car, and go track down the biggest lines we could find.... It was incredible. We’d throw ourselves in way over our head and either be home for dinner or in the hospital. It felt like we were playing in the big leagues. These experiences and films left a la