STANDING THE BEST OF TIME
On a warm February day in Fullerton, California, Tinker Juarez bombs ifornia, down a hill on his 21-pound Cannondale hardtail. The hill is small, maybe six seconds of full-throttle descending, a highlight on an otherwise tame 11-mile loop. Nonetheless, Juarez’s eyes sparkle and he lets out a wide smile when he reaches the bottom. “That’s all it takes to love mountain biking,” he says. “It’s like catching a fish after four hours of waiting. Once you catch that fish, you completely forget how long it took you to catch it.”
Juarez is uniquely qualified to render this opinion. At 58, and nearly two decades after his Hall of Fame cross-country career ended, the two-time Olympian somehow remains
