The Wild Bunch

September, 1992

You are at the top of a mountain. It's just after dawn and the sky is a pale orange. The road ahead looks like a lake frozen in mid-squall, its surface dappled with rocks. There are no tracks to make your passage easier. You lock your feet into the pedals and head down. The terrain blurs and your eyes water. This is mountain biking, and you are the new breed of mountain man. Eighteen years ago, a group of road-racing cyclists created the sport of mountain biking by riding what they called "...