Tales of the the Raddest Roaming Radish: The Colo-RAD-o Saga Continues...

After experiencing the raditude of Fruita first hand followed by the epic trails and shredding in Frisco during the Outlaws of Dirt, a normal man probably would have headed home in fear of overdosing on radness. Well not me, and probably not the guy on this random billboard I saw in Denver.

So let me jump right in...

You need a sweet bike shop in Denver, Salvagetti's all the way. Just look at the sign. They have everything you need and a bunch of shredders working behind the

counter.

One key ingredient in creating the epic cake of Radness that is Denver is the party scene. Find yourself in town on a Wednesday night with nothing to do and an itch to drink beer while riding a bike? Denver's got ya covered with the Cruiser Ride.

Every Wednesday night a ton of rad folks meet up to drink some beers, then ride like 3 miles to a different end point each week, usually a parking lot, and then the party starts.

People get rad and social in two wheels.

So this pic is useless but the party after the ride is epic. Dudes show up with turn tables, food trucks roll in and the 5-0 just let everybody do their thing. My kinda party.

We also hit up the Zoo, because why not?

(Don't worry Giraffe, we've all been there)

(Rem stood less than two feet away from a cheetah and lived to tell about it)

(Managed to put some miles in out in the Rockies)

(Sprocket being Sprocket)

(Every skatepark in Colo-feckin-Rado is sick. The Denver park is no exception)

(Yet another rad park in Aurora)

(My boy Mike Kent slashing some concrete waves on the big wheels)

(Beer, bikes, a sweet bowl, some tunes cranking, for that moment in time we had it all...)

(Frisco Bike Park again)

We even experienced the epic Radness of nature while in Denver. Y'all may have heard about all the flooding in Boulder and other parts of CO. It got gnarly, but this bad ass Radish kept his cool...