To bring us together and incite dreams of future adventures, we’re hosting an Ask Me Anything on Instagram Stories with Ally Mabry. It’s your chance to discover more about long-distance bikepacking, as Ally will be answering your questions about routes, gear, community organizing, racing silly long distances, and more.
WHEN: Friday, April 10 at 1 pm Mountain time
WHERE: Adventure Cycling's Instagram Stories
If you have a burning question at hand, DM us.
I started riding bikes in Austin, Texas, in 2014 as a full-time bike commuter. As a 22-year-old gal fresh out of college, bikes found me at a time when I was exploring my identity, and I latched on hard. Slowly, I worked my way through the many disciplines cycling has to offer: commuter, social cruiser, weekend roadie, road racer, bikepacker, mountain biker, cyclocross racer, ultra-endurance gravel racer, community organizer, print media professional, and beyond.
Bikes became many things for me: an athletic outlet, a form of meditation, a way to combat heartbreak, my primary mode of transportation, an opportunity to see the world, and entry into a multi-dimensional community.
In the past six years, some of my favorite bike experiences have included: riding the Baja Divide as part of the 2017 grand depart; riding the Oregon Outback twice on two different bikes; riding and then racing the first Arkansas High Country Race (and winning!); leading weekly “Intro to Bikecamping” overnights in Austin; co-founding Pedal Missoula, a “bike fun” advocacy org; racing Dirty Kanza 200; and joining my sister, a first-timer, on Adventure Cycling’s Puerto Rico tour in December.
Eventually, after trying on *all of the hats,* I landed at an intersection of the facets that captured my heart most: long distance bikepacking and print journalism. From my friend’s kitchen table while I was touring in Anchorage, I accepted the position of Adventure Cyclist magazine’s Lead Designer, and here I am becoming hella famous on Adventure Cycling’s Instagram now! That was two and a half years ago, and I’m still pinching myself.