As it usually goes for Mike Mastroni (@mikemastroni), he prefers to explore the abstract limits of bike riding. Today’s limits? A scroll-like heaps of metal in SLC. While I was struck with confusion, Mike immediately went to work. Using the tried-and-true soda spray-down technique, a layer of adhesive had been laid for anti-slip safety. Carefully avoiding the concoction of sun-baked sugar and field dust, I settle in. My feet are cautiously arranged, head propped against stocks of spiralized steel. I wonder if the vibration of the rungs will knock some sense of understanding into my skull. Minutes later, the bags are packed and only traces of tacky tread marks remain.
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