I am a filmmaker. I am a mountain biker. Once, many years ago, the two came together. In the time since, I have gained experience in both areas. Significant experience.

It's time the two met again.

The film I have had running through my mind looks nothing like anything you'd find here. Those type of movies have been made 1000 times over. I think the world only has so much room for heavy metal and drops. Those films have taken up that space, and then some.

The good people at Gripped Films are breaking new ground. Off Road to Athens and the upcoming 24 Solo are nice diversions from the loud and obnoxious world of free ride movies.

However, even those films focus on the people we hear so much about.

The film going through my head will cut to the heart of the sport, it will have a homegrown feel, a texture, a grit. And then again, maybe it won't have any of those things. Right now it only exists in pulses of inspiration. They come at strange times. Sometimes I am riding, sometimes I am sleeping. When they come they are fleeting, I get hit with an image of the White Rim, or the Kokopelli Trail. Sometimes I see faces, or hear voices. Whose? I don't know yet. But they are out there.

You are out there.

I feel the intangible growing thicker. Perhaps it is time to put pen to paper, and tire to dirt. Image to film, and film to the masses.