This song didn’t begin at home or in a studio.

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It started taking shape somewhere on the long drive from Utah back to California, after five days of mountain biking in Deer Valley.

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Five days when every morning began almost the same way: breakfast, a map in front of us, and one simple question - where are we riding today?

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Start easier.
Then faster.
Then harder.

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Three days in the bike park. Two days exploring the trails beyond it.

Every day, we rode.

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The lift carried us back up the mountain again and again. Another trail. Another line. Another descent.

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Tsunami. Red Bull. Tidal Wave. Undertow. ...

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There was speed, and there were those rare moments when everything outside the trail simply disappeared. There were new lines, long miles through the mountains, forests, altitude, exhaustion - and a crash.

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Some days went according to plan. Others didn’t.

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But every day put us back on two wheels.

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And eventually, it was time to go home.

There were hundreds of miles of road ahead of me, but my mind was still back there in the mountains.

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I think that’s where the song really began.

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I didn’t want to write a song about records, racing, or how difficult a trail someone is capable of riding. Those five days were never about that for me.

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They were about the feeling that makes you take the bike back up the mountain again.

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When a friend is beside you, the trail somehow feels a little easier.

When the trail gets meaner and what lies ahead gets harder, you hold your rhythm.

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And when the bar rises a little higher with every descent, it isn’t because you have something to prove to anyone.

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You just want to know where your own limit is today.

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Then evening comes.

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You’re tired. Your legs know it. Your body knows it. Your mind is perfectly capable of telling you that you’ve done enough.

And still, somewhere inside, there is that simple thought:

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Ещё один спуск.

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“ЕЩЁ ОДИН СПУСК” was born from five days in Deer Valley, but for me it became more than a song about mountain biking.

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It is about those moments when you are completely inside your own life.

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You’re not thinking about yesterday.
You’re not trying to solve tomorrow.

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There is only the mountain ahead of you, the bike beneath you, a friend somewhere nearby - and the next few seconds.

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Eventually, the mountains disappear behind you.

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The road stretches toward home.

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But those five days are still inside.