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Now the rider drifts from the white line along the right side of the road to the double yellow and then back again as he skims another corner. There are other features that compel me to watch the second Instagram clip over and over again as I sit safely on my couch—some sensual, most visceral. The blue blur of the ocean that blends into the horizon in the hazy summer light; the early morning sun, already white and washed out as it rises from behind the Santa Monica mountains; the sepia-toned scrub grass speeding by on either side of the fish-eye frame, allowing the viewer to burrow deeper and deeper into the singular world of the rider known as Safa Brian to his more than , followers across Instagram and YouTube.
My wife shares a similar response, turning away within seconds of my leaning across the couch to show her the clip. There is no crash. For the uninitiated, Deer Creek is a two-mile twist of California road that veins the hills north of Malibu, dropping riders down an 11 percent pitch that, like most of the canyon roads out there, T-bones into the one-lane traffic along the northbound side of the Pacific Coast Highway. As far as L. This tension charges each clip with an immediacy not otherwise found in a sport whose romance has long been defined by the slow-burn sufferfests spent riding up mountains, not down them.
Mostly in a friendly way. His real name is Brian Wagner, and he shares the place with his wife, Ninna, and their cat, Gatito, a stray the couple rescued while living in Mexico City. He speaks to me via the computer that serves as the editing bay for his popular Descent Disciples YouTube series.
Even without the helmet and sunglasses he wears in the videos, his scruff and long hair make him instantly recognizable. Brian might have the physique of a high-caliber cyclist, all sinewy limbs spiderwebbed by the type of thick-rooted vascularity attained through years of endurance sports, but his aura is more punk rock than World Tour. Brian speaks laconically, carefully considering my questions before answering.
