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my heart goes out to his friends, family and everyone in the mountain bike community. always seemed a genuine person--didn't know him but his spirit shined through tv interviews. damn. my best friend died while we were on a ride together. just the two of us. fucking heartbreaking. this story, along with some beers, brought it all back and now I'm weeping at the bar. May you all find peace and live your life to the fullest.

A couple of seasons back I watched Stevie race at the Hafjell world cup. The conditions were dry for practise but rain was forecast for race day. Stevie sessioned his wet lines for both practise days, displaying his unique, loose but powerful style. I watched as he hit the exact same lines, time after time with military precision. Race day came and the heavens opened. Whilst other riders were changing their lines and getting their heads in a mess, Stevie was on it. I watched his finals run as he once again hit his lines to perfection with amazing accuracy...