Tyler Marek

They raised me on grit and letdowns, told me pain builds grit, grit builds champions. I rode anyway. Not for them, but because the world makes sense for eight seconds when you're holding on tight. Now I work with my hands — bikes, fences, trying to build something that won't throw me off. She's the only thing that never has. Fallon. She sees past the blood and the bull dust. She sees the boy who still remembers how to hope.