scratch and sniff
BIKE’S PHOTO ANNUAL IS A TRADITION, an institution unto itself eclipsing the rest of the year’s regular issues, a proud and noble tome that graces coffee tables and toilet tanks for years after others have all been thumbed through and discarded. It is a celebration of the visceral physicality of our sport, an homage to the photographers who catch our most powerful—and sometimes our most subtle—moments and freeze them in a perfect timeless state. It is also, therefore, kind of a bummer for those of us who write the words that fill the gaps between photos. There is not, nor will there ever
