craig.a.bullen

Fall days, fall line, unfortunately some fall over! Good times and a little character top up!

After mounting a RED Komodo to a mountain bike (with some help from @craig.a.bullen) director/ DP @liammullany explains how @alexvolokhov_ managed to ride without a seat, and how they captured the POV of the front wheel speeding downhill in this spot for @rockymountainbicycles.

See Ya, Winnipeg, it’s been a blast!

Col de St Bernard - headed into Switzerland

Last minute trip to the uk but with friends to visit in Italy, Switzerland and Germany, best policy is to buy a bike

Weekend of riding the moto on amazing trails in an amazing place

Southern Washington BDR trail making our way north back to BC

Colorado is delivering the goods.

I don’t always follow the signs, however this one speaks to me!

An experience I wrote about a few years ago but never shared: There is something magical about a dog team passing you in the night. The first time this happened I was taken aback by the surreal experience. Watching it’s approach, the musher’s headlamp seemed to hover in space. Unable to sense it’s speed or gauge it’s distance I started to question what I was seeing. The vacating sense of understanding was succeeded by creeping insecurity. Before me as if I was halucinating, a rolling dance of shadows flowed out ahead of the musher’s lamp. From a deep place in my mind I was being told that ghosts were emerging before me, up through the ice and out of the trail. A tempo of breathing breached the quiet. With it, a flood of understanding arrived and chased away the idea of ghosts. A team of dogs filled my reality. I stood by and watched with releif as they passed. One or two of the dogs looked at me. Their indifference served to punctuate the power and purpose of their task. Then they were gone, leaving me with the task to understand why the experience was so profound.

Crap and oh err Crap again!

Getting away on the Moto’s