Super Green: My Plan to Become an Enduro Racer... at 40

I turned 40 years old in the spring. And while I don't feel any different than I did a decade ago, nor do I particularly care about my age, I'm told this is some kind milestone. Midlife, maybe? Half way through, assuming you plan to live that long? 

But instead of buying a bright red Corvette or giving myself a "mommy makeover," I've decided to enter a few off-road enduro races - beginning with the 'CTR Flagstaff Enduro' this October - in hopes of crossing off a couple of things on my list of 'Shit to Do Before I'm Dead.' 

But why start now - at 40 - in the midst of a maelstrom of other major life changes? Well, I wrote about my journey (cue: eye roll) for RideApart, starting with my belated entry into motorcycling at 25, the Land Cruiser that tried to kill me, my friends who have encouraged and guided me along the way, and why any of this matters.

Dopelord

What I've been listening to lately...

Spruce, Cedar, Oak and Giant Airplanes

I've spent plenty of time in Portland, Oregon... Enough to know I can find a ramen shop that'll play Kevin Gates while I eat dolphin-friendly tonkotsu. But aside from summers spent exploring the coastline west of the city in search of surf, I hadn't seen a lot of the surrounding area, which includes a rather infamous old hotel high in the mountains and a giant wood airplane that cost the US government $23 million dollars to develop. There's also wineries and riverboats and rural communities out there that'll make you question your current living arrangements, and lingering daylight in the summer months that stretches well past 9pm. 

So, if you're interested to see what else Portland, Oregon has to offer, hit the link to RoadRUNNER Motorcycle, Touring, and Travel, or grab a copy of their current issue, and read about my experience exploring the area on a Kawasaki Versys 650 last summer.

The Brudi Brothers

For all them cosplayin' cowpokes in Austin...

The Boys of Summer Part 2: NY, PA, OH & IL

The second episode of 'The Boys of Summer,' a two-part video series documenting our cross-country motorcycle ride chasing Major League Baseball from Boston to Seattle is live on YouTube! 

 

A lot of work went into this, and we're pretty stoked on how this series turned out. 

Shot and edited by SLAB Visuals

Made possible by RoadRUNNER Motorcycle, Touring, and Travel

Memos from the Rally Desk - Dakar

Below you'll find a collection of short editorial entries I wrote on my phone while covering the Dakar Rally for the third time. The intention was to give readers a behind-the-scenes look into my life as a photojournalist, documenting an international rally raid in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. 

These were originally published in our 'Off-Piste' Substack, which you can subscribe to here. 

A City of Shifting Sand 

It can take twenty minutes to walk to the bathroom. Some days, you have to decide whether you'll eat dinner or take a shower. The roads are nothing more than water soaked sand and the adjacent alleyways play home to massive motorhomes and chase trucks, straddled with spare parts and tires, washing machines, makeshift kitchens and massage parlors. 

Nearly three thousand people eat, sleep and work within the confines of the bivouac. A settlement in sand, encompassing everything from a mess hall and medical center, to scrutineering, a fueling station, showers, a small stage and even an arcade in recent years. This city of transient souls moves every night through the desert, leap frogging rally racers as they navigate massive sand dunes and razor sharp rocks, aimless camels and thorn laden flora. It's a village for lack of a better term. A Bedouin camp for mechanics, media personnel, racers and their respective crews. 

Our first day in the bivouac was spent orienting ourselves and just generally getting a better sense of our surroundings - the media center being our starting point. From there, a grid system spills out around us, marked by makeshift signs. Race teams park their chase rigs and camper vans so as to create an encampment, within the encampment. They bring their personal chefs, massage therapists, mechanics and social media teams. It's a zoo. A traveling circus of motorcycles and racing machinery. 

Welcome to the bivouac...