And, of course... What would a trip to Moab be without rad bikes? Collin (@mattercycles) hooked me up with his freshly re-built SlayRide and slay the ride I did... correction, we did, @gb was in attendance and so too was our smiley friend Dan and my stinky pug Loki came along to soak up the positive vibes. It was my first time out to Moab and dudes... it was spiritual. Returning to work the Monday after was pretty difficult because my mind was stuck in the desert. The bike I got to ride was frosting on the cake, it may not feature patented B.R.A.P. technology like other MATTER bikes but I assure you it's a goddamn ripper. I took a few notes about the bike, it actually reads as more of a wordlist: RAD, REALLY RAD, HOLY, PRETTY NUTS and the rest of the words from the list get pretty vulgar so I'll leave it to your imagination. Bottom line is; bikes are a gateway drug to good friends.