We're moments away, Mr. Hunter.
Is Harookz coming here?
I was right there when it happened.
You remember it?
Oh ya, like yesterday.
You need to realize this is a special time.
Endless trails. Amazing places to ride.
This was the golden age.
Those boys were always hanging.
You rarely saw them apart.
When Miles left, I don't think he ever got over it.
Who, Mr. Harookz?
Hunter.
It's been 43 years.
Approaching. Copy that.
Of course I still rode.
He was gone. Life moved on.
I think I'm done.
We found him, Mr. Hunter. We found Matthew Miles.
Running facial recognition.
Okay, alright, shirt on, err????
What can you tell us about that day?
Well, we were there shooting a Stumpy EVO ad.
That's F&^3ng dope.
And the boys built this insane trail.
You ever seen dirt shaped into works of art?
The light was so beautiful.
"C'mon, hustle boys!"
It was just a single moment in time.
We were meant to be there.
The perfect lap. Immacu-lap. Dream lap. I don't know, call it whatever you want.
It's true. It was the perfect lap.
And that was it. He was gone.
Imagine existing between two dimensions. Having everything, and needing nothing.
Absolute harmony between the bike and the trail.
"Miles!"
Why did you leave, Mr. Miles?
When you taste perfection, you don't ask for seconds.
Mr. Miles, have you ever thought about riding again?
We just found Matthew Miles' Stumpjumper EVO. Incredible.
Thinking about riding? I never stopped.
Well, we'd love to show you something.
Alright. No way. Adjustable geo. That enduro suspension. SWAT. What went in
No way.
Adjustable geo. That enduro suspension.
SWAT. What went in
What went in there, Mr. Miles?
Stuff.
Can I?