Something about freestyle doesn’t let me go. That feeling of gliding, rolling and spinning through the air so smoothly. Of shaping a skill to perfection with hundreds and thousands of tries. The sensation of tricking gravity when coasting on the slick asphalt, being connected to the ground through nothing but tiniest and most fragile touch points.
As much as I love the mountains and riding in wild nature, I will always be drawn back to the artsy, out of this world perfection of freestyle riding.
All photos by Joy Opitz taken at Tempelhofer Feld, Berlin.