My plans for Monday were quickly diminished when the snowstorm really picked up Sunday night. A mountain biker with a broken wrist, I am left only with trail running most of the time. As my eyes awoke to a new day I looked out the window of my van home to find the snow really stacked up over night. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes I did my normal social media morning check and was quickly flooded by endless posts sharing the news of a fallen rider.
On Monday morning, Kelly McGarry died in is native country of New Zealand doing what he loves, riding his mountain bike. Initial reports say cause of death is unknown but a bike crash was not involved. In the tight niche culture of mountain biking, it is always a tough day when one of our own passes away, no matter the circumstances. Monday was one of those days. Mountain biking lost a Giant that day, and it wasn’t just because of his stature.