In 1985 I lived in Southern California,I started riding Mountain bike's when there were no waves.I fell in with a group of people at the gym I went out and bought a really nice road bike and started working out with them Just for the helluvit raced the Tin Man triathlon and did very well.One of my friend's who was a sale's rep for Mongoose got me to start racing mountain bike's
he got me into racing,and I tought him to flyfish.We were in Mammoth Lake's fishing the same weekend they were running the world mountain bike championships some of my friend's buddies at Mongoose talked us into doing the Kamikaze,and comped us entries.Scared the crap out of me riding in short's,and t-shirt's on a bike with marginal brakes and no suspension,and half drunk.I still rember all the blood covered riders at the finish line,the service road that we road on is crushed lava,I was so happy to finish unscathed.I also got to meet John Tomac that weekend.