PHOTO: MARGUS RIGA
I don’t want to seriously injure myself or die as much as the next guy, but I like to put myself into situations where that variable exists. I choose my friends based on this mantra too, because there’s nothing as invigorating as being in a situation where pain and/or death is one mistake away, looking over at your bud, and laughing aloud at the absurdity of the situation, while sheer adrenaline is the only thing keeping you going. Kenny Smith is one of those friends. Always pushing it just a little bit past the line to keep it exciting. ÑMargus Riga
Kevin Landry, Fraser Newton and I headed out to build a new trail and promptly saw this wicked rock bluff hiding in the woods—there she was, staring at us. Plan altered: We decided to only build this beast. Lit a fire, drank a bunch of beers, and my girlfriend Nina came in and cleaned up our mess of a rock pile, which she crafted into this beautiful runout.
It was the first big line of the season for me. It’s always nerve-racking to drop into lines like this. You pretty much know how it’s going to ride, but there are always unknown variables. This line happened to have an over-vert entrance. I wasn’t totally sure that the bike wouldn’t flip over and buck me down about 60 feet. These days it seems like everyone I know is having or has kids, so we decided to call it ‘Strapping Young Dad.’ —Kenny Smith