(Cover Feature from Breckenridge Magazine, Summer 2011, page 40)
I’ll admit it: Every time summer, I spend an inappropriate amount of time checking out men’s legs. Why, you (and my wife) ask? I’m looking for greatness. It’s not just the tell-tale shaving nicks around the knees or Lycra-induced tan lines. Those are common signs of a professional mountain biker, but not all greatness is sanctioned and sponsored. No, I’m looking for the cut of the riders’ calves, those mosaics of triangular muscles, chiseled by the boulder-field climbs and hip drops. In Breckenridge, I see those legs everywhere—on man, woman, and child.
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