This is not my beautiful bike, this is not my beautiful tent, well, how did I get here?

Nick-named "The Meat Grinder", he continues to punish his body and pushing it to the limits. What "it" he's pushing, we have no idea. He hails from unknown origins and tends not to talk about his past... and we don't ask. Once his helmet is on, it's like a switch. It's like it gives him a license to kill... himself. But he continues to be mysterious in his ways and hauntingly travels down the proverbial un-ridden trails. And so is the way of the Meat Grinder.