Jason (J-No) and I (back turned) chatting the night before Arrowhead. We had just filled our bellies with food and met some of the Duluth crew. I think Jason is smiling at the thought of passing me while I die on the trail.
I was raised in the "hood", self-taught to survive on scraps of old inner tubes and changing bike tires with my teeth. Life is a struggle for me not to be another statistic that so many become after being raised in a caucasion middle class family. I now am a husband, bike mechanic, land lord, stay at home dad, and wannabe mountain bike racer.