Dirty Hands. Jeremy Berthier

More power for e-bikes.

More speed for the downhillers.
Bigger mountains to send for the freeriders.
Mountain biking keeps evolving.

But if there’s one place that never changes,
It’s the dirt jump spot.
A monolith planted in the middle of a desert.

The jumps are where we meet.
With our friends.
Or on our own.
A time vortex.
An outlet.
A place that escapes trends, brands, and algorithms.

We come here to let loose.
To laugh.
To live.
With a shovel.
With a bike.
And often with a 6-pack of beverages.

In this timeless universe you can’t fake it.
If you don’t dig there’s no trail.
No trail, no ride.
No ride… no ride.
Here, there’s no pressure from technology. 

Just dirt and sweat.
And at the end of the day,
the same thing for everyone…

Dirty hands.