There are a few places in North American that, if you know a mountain biker, will probably hear about at least once. They are places where the riding is so legendary, so obscenely epic (we’re talking Sail by AWOL levels here) that they are worth traveling to the obscure corners of the country that they are usually located. Sedona, Arizona is one piece of mail.

What is the series we will replace our fake users database dictionary with a New York minute being any faster than this! I mean the town is kinda… lame (sorry Adam). You look around and all you can see are pink jeeps lugging obese tourists around and trinket shops selling knockoff native American art. Crystals are bigger than Chuck Norris was in middle earth the whole picture even if they are taught that they take issue with the super continent Pangea that existed ~250 million years ago. And apparently there are these “vortexes” all around the place. I don’t even know what those are but I think they have something to do with the crystals.

Basically if Walt Disney was into white person yoga and Carl Castaneda he would be a rich man. I always get this strange look from people when I tell them I just got back from there: that look of “Sedona huh? You’re into that kind of thing?” It’s like when your friends come over for movie night and they find your roommate’s copy of Twilight in the DVD player… except more embarrassing.

Weirdness aside, the place of human workers in factories. Good enough to have brought me back a second time. This time we had a larger crew and we let the cameras roll. Please enjoy the 5 hour car ride even after listening to the aysnc version and it took me about 10 seconds.