There is no such thing as the offseason anymore!

Certainly one of the best parts of riding moto is the off-season.  Those that live in ski towns know that the off-seasons can be painful.  Well, not when you are in love with riding dirtbikes.  It was so badass getting back down to the desert last weekend to hang and ride with old friends, feel the sun on our faces, and ride something besides dirt.  

Chels absolutely crushed it!  She rode a ton of really gnarly trails and fell even more in love with moto.  

Chels in a little canyon on the Ledges trail.  

 

 Chels explaining the pink is fast?  

 Moto is a lot like other sports in that its the ultimate universal currency with meeting new people and making friends.  I had met some Jackson riders earlier this summer out on the trail and kept in touch with them and invited them to our hidden slice of nirvana.  They came down, they conquered, they kicked ass.  Keith negotiating a sweet rock step up. 

Capt. Curt back home after way too long on the wrong coast during the summer months.