Young, dumb, no pads or helmet—skidding through dusty trails with a rigid single-speed on some foothills in the Philippines.
Came down around a switchback to meet one of the fellas from the third pic pulling up equipment for a farmer, luckily had a big sand berm to abort into. Had my share of injuries over the years, but that water buffalo staring back at me, huffing and snorting up the trail, was definitely my most memorable scare.
Just looking through old shots and thinking about how much I’m happy I found bikes, even if it wasn’t until I was 20.
by 40ozlaser