I'd been riding for years. Fixed gear, messenger culture, alleycats through the city at night. We flew to London once just for a race. That kind of thing.

For Jana, a bike was mostly just how you got around.

The pandemic is when we started actually riding together. Long rides, nowhere particular to be. Something shifted. What had been my world became ours.

I brought a camera. The photography jobs had fallen away. Documenting the rides meant having something to photograph. Maybe that's all it was. Maybe something about not feeling creatively empty during a time when everything had stopped. Probably both.

I shoot what catches my eye. Good light, a stretch of road, Jana somewhere ahead. Whatever's there when something is worth stopping for.

At some point we started writing about the rides too. Because some of them left something behind that took more than a photo to hold onto.

That became Ride Punk Ride. Not a brand. Not an influencer project. Just two people who kept going outside together and started putting it into words.

What this newsletter is.

We write when something is worth writing about. A trip. A thought that surfaced in the third hour of riding and wouldn't leave. Not on a schedule. When there's something there.

We don't write about gear. We don't write training tips. We write about the moments that don't make it into highlight reels. The ones where you question why the hell you're doing this. And then just keep going.

No algorithms. No bullshit.

If you want to know if this is for you.

Start with one of these.

→ [1,662] — The number Strava showed after our first ride together in two months. Here's why I'm telling you about it.

→ [Northbound — About Disconnection and Reconnection] — Jana and I craving freedom again. 1,200km of bikepacking. No strict plan.

→ [Riding Out The Lows] — Ankle injuries, lost fitness, too much couch time. Maybe that's the point.