There are few days as memorable as those spent in service to the road. Two-by-two, throttles wicked open, there is no struggle for balance—this is thirty minds in a line cutting corners for the fun of it—men and their machines and the world underneath them. Some roads are pockets of richness; some never stop giving: blends of sun on climbing curves, wide s-turns beneath the shade of heavy branches overhead, the river jutting back and forth and
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A Pilgrim’s Run
A Pilgrim’s Run
under, the noise of a thousand controlled explosions a fittingly symphonic soundtrack to the This was a mountain of kicks. Back down the other side, the pack was still going full bore. The only sounds were the engines, and the wind, and the occasional joyful howl. At the campsite, they feasted on fresh-grilled grub and slopped brew from big glass growlers. The fire burned late, and the sleep came easy. For days after, the ride stayed there with them, jamming to a low rumble beat the rest of the world could not hear . . .
A Pilgrim’s Run
spring-fed rapids. For hours the riders charged, but the road didn’t let up.
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For all of the wicked pilgrims
Copyright © 2012 by The Mad River Motor Company Photography © 2012 by M.J. O’Connell, Stacy O’Connell, Jason Russell, and Jason Zucco Edited and designed by Stacy O’Connell Text © 2012 by M.J. O’Connell All rights reserved. This book may not be resproduced either in whole or in part without permission. For information or prints, contact: The Mad River Motor Company, 4267 Vermont Route 100, Granville, Vermont 05747 madrivermotorcompany@gmail.com
A Pilgrim’s Run
Photography by M.J. O’Connell, Stacy O’Connell, Jason Russell, & Jason Zucco 2012 The Mad River Motor Company
In one way or another, a man comes to his motorcycle like a summons to pilgrimage. If he knows how to ride, he can conquer the world.
Photography Credits M.J. O’Connell pages: 26, 28, 29, 30b, 33, 46b, 48, 52, 53, 61, 66, 69c
Stacy O’Connell Conversion to black and white and photo-editing throughout pages: 3, 70, 71
Jason Russell pages: 24, 25, 30a, 30c, 30d, 31, 48, 64a, 64b, 68?, 69a, 69b
Jason Zucco Cover Image (black and white conversion and effects by M.J. O’Connell) pages: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6-7, 8, 9, 10-11, 12, 13, 14-15, 16-17, 18, 19, 20, 22-23, 27, 34-35, 36a, 36b, 37a, 37b, 38, 39, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46a, 47a, 47b, 49, 50, 51, 54a, 54b, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 62, 63, 65, 67, 73, 74
There are few days as memorable as those spent in service to the road. Two-by-two, throttles wicked open, there is no struggle for balance—this is thirty minds in a line cutting corners for the fun of it—men and their machines and the world underneath them. Some roads are pockets of richness; some never stop giving: blends of sun on climbing curves, wide s-turns beneath the shade of heavy branches overhead, the river jutting back and forth and
O’Connell O’Connell Russell & Zucco
A Pilgrim’s Run
A Pilgrim’s Run
under, the noise of a thousand controlled explosions a fittingly symphonic soundtrack to the This was a mountain of kicks. Back down the other side, the pack was still going full bore. The only sounds were the engines, and the wind, and the occasional joyful howl. At the campsite, they feasted on fresh-grilled grub and slopped brew from big glass growlers. The fire burned late, and the sleep came easy. For days after, the ride stayed there with them, jamming to a low rumble beat the rest of the world could not hear . . .
A Pilgrim’s Run
spring-fed rapids. For hours the riders charged, but the road didn’t let up.
MadRiver MotorCo.
O’Connell & O’Connell, Russell, & Zucco