Meet Mr. Berg (pronounced, Burjjj). The toughest dude in mountian biking.
I first met Mr. Berg out at the mountain bike races in about 1992. His presence at the start line of each race made me nervous.
Mr. Berg is the type of guy who's a mountain biker - not a racer - despite having won more races in the past 20 years than most will ever win. Yet he's never "trained" a day in his life.
I make excuses when the weather turns bad - Mr Berg makes excuses to stay out longer in it.
I race in a skinsuit - Mr. Berg races in a sleeveless flannel, on a bike with one gear.
Everyone wants to know Mr. Berg; all the hottest "Johnny-come-lately's" want to go riding with "this old, like, 43 year old dude who frickin tears it up!"
He is still a man of local legend. This guy's passionate, and he has a message...
And summer rolls along...
Wednesday night's Sand Creek Series #4 was a familiar scene, but that never makes it any less painful...
The fact that these short courses change from week to week keeps you on your toes. Quick, punchy climbs and twisty, off-camber descents require not only concentration, but a fresh set of legs...
And after an hour inside the veeeeeeery back of the pain cave while chasing some of my veeeeeery fast ProCycling teammates, I pulled off a 4th place finish.
I think I should start racing in a sleeveless flannel. Screw all this blue spandex crap. If it works for Mr. Berg, then why not for everyone...
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