[From October 2007.]
This is my buddy Gullam, a very good xc racer from Kashmir. We mostly called him “rocketman,” owing to the gold skinsuit and hollywood shades he busted out for the event. He was quite a sight on his steel coil spring full suspension bike of obscure origin and dubious quality, and he heaped on style points for riding a mullet (you know, business in the front — disc brakes — and party in the back — v-brakes.) Since the rear brake was rubbing on his wobbling hoop, he decided he’d disconnect it. This was partway through a 31km superfast technical descent. He summarily stacked it hard while flying through a tunnel of school kids cheering for us. My sides still hurt, this guy was a riot.