Riding from Boulder to Crested Butte over 3 days during Covid. Coming from road racing, I had rarely done multi day point to point rides, but the lack of racing during the pandemic opened up the opportunity! 300 miles and 30,000 feet with a good friend over old mining passes, and it was a ride I will never forget!

 

I got into cycling through my grandfather (OPA) who had raced in Holland before WWII. After immigrating to Canada after the war, his love of bikes rubbed off on me and we shared rides whenever he came to visit. My first foray into racing was at a kids triathlon with my mom and from then on my passion grew each year!

 

In 2017 I was out riding in Girona with friends and we found what could only have been a pet bunny hopping up the road. We picked it up and carried it about 3km into the next town where we randomly ran into a family/girl wandering around the coffee shop we stopped at...we didn't need a translator to figure out it was her bunny. Quite an end to the day as we were contemplating how to ride down the mountain with a bunny in our jersey!

 

Do dogs count? Sir Willie the wiener and my girlfriend Sophie Linn.

 

Chocolate milk and cold pizza.

Tour de France for the atmosphere.

 

My family.

 

 

 

I have so many favorite rides. But one that really showed me what I was made of was last year on stage 2 of La Vuelta. I crashed on a man-hole cover not 10 meters into start of the race and switched to a teammates bike. All of a sudden, I felt like an absolute beginner again. I got caught up in more crashes, fought back. I used all of my matches and couldn't hang anymore. I will never forget seeing the helicopter fly out of sight and the wind whipping across the brush on the side of the road. We weren’t even half-way through the stage and it felt impossible to finish within the time limit. But I knew it was the opportunity of a lifetime to even be there—it was my first grand tour, heck, my first world tour race. I was really proud to finish that day and to go on to finish the tour.

 

My parents have been avid cyclists all of my life. They never put any pressure on my sister and I to ride. We actually actively rejected it growing up and did almost every other sport except cycling. But cycling is more than just the riding a bike. It's a sense of community, adventure, mastery...they exposed us to all of that without knowing. When I was coming back from injury from other sports in my senior year of high school, I gave it a shot and I just never stopped.

 

It’s not the most glamorous thing but it’s crazy drivers.

 

My imagination!

 

A smoothie with banana!

Woah, tough question, so many amazing rides! My favourite ride ever has to be a single-day ride around the Cabot Trail on Cape Breton Island in Northern Nova Scotia. It is a stunning 300 km loop with several big climbs. I did it with two very good friends, Geoff and Dustin, and we camped the night before, got up at sunrise and just rode the whole day. It was my first super long day on the bike and it was incredible. It took 10 hours and we ripped it! I have not gotten back to do it since, that was about 10 years ago, so I have to make that happen!

 

I was lucky to have access to bikes and fun terrain to ride them growing up. Our family rode bikes together on vacation and I rode with my older brothers. I am the youngest of 4 boys. My oldest brother, whom I massively looked up to, did a few bike races and of course, I had to do a bike race. From there, well, I did my first race, a local Tuesday-nighter short track and I just kept going.

 

We were on the island of Maui for a training camp during the time 4-5 years ago when there was a false alarm nuclear missile warning. We were just starting our ride when the notification came to our phones. We stopped as a group and tried to figure out what to do. At this time, with the information we had, there was an incoming missile. We discussed and someone took the lead and we reasoned that things didn't look good no matter where we were, so we decided to keep riding. It was a surreal experience. About 1-2 hours into the ride we got a notification that it was a false alarm. We had a good ride but really only fully understood what had happened once we got and saw the news. Wild experience, still gives me chills thinking about it.

 

My wife Haley. We are both professional bike pedallers and we feel fortunate we get to be on this journey together.

 

A good Burrito and a Jaritos.

 

Watching my dad do triathlons growing up.

 

One time I ran over a raccoon.

 

My dad, Brandon Frye!

 

Pancakes with almond butter.

I love riding from my home in Canberra to the South East Coast of Australia (where i grew up). It's about 180km and I usually ride home for Christmas to see my family.

 

My dad would take us along to road races, I very soon found mountain biking and was thrilled to combine the fitness aspect of my racing with the thrills of mountain bike.

 

Unbound Mud 2023!

 

Mountain Bike World Cup stalwart Bec Henderson.

 

A big strawberry milkshake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My dad.