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The Lesson of the Flying Tank

The Lesson of the Flying Tank

Previously, I introduced my all-terrain assault bicycle, The Tank. Riding that monstrous creation gave me confidence, and I could do anything on those wide knobby tires. Mark[1], the rich kid who lived on the hill, had three channels of TV in our one channel valley. He watched stuff the rest of us only imagined—The Wonderful […]

A Bike Called Tank

A Bike Called Tank

Growing up on Angel Fork, a tributary of Browns Creek, we were mountain biking before it was cool. Biking was faster than walking, daylight was a finite resource, and we aimed to minimize travel time in favor of whatever activity was up next. Biking up and down hills, through mud and water, over jumps and […]