Reprint of the article by Brian Vernor in Freehub Magazine — April 24, 2018

JOSHUA TREE NATIONAL PARK, CA U.S.A. (1984) Dave Wonderly said he always took his MTB bike along when he went climbing in Joshua Tree, a mecca for climbers from around the world who congregate there every year in the off-season to hone their bouldering skills. For his two-minute sequence, I shot three 100-ft. rolls of 16mm film (six minutes total) with my hand-crank Bolex and three fixed lenses in some of Dave’s favorite rock formations. Because of the soft desert sand, we had to travel light on our bikes, so my electric EBM Bolex with its 400-foot magazines and 12-120 mm Angenieux zoom lens was left behind. Back at the van after filming, Dave blew my mind by scaling a 120-foot featureless vertical spire in his running shoes and jeans — without any “protection” other than a bag of chalk on his belt … As with mountain biking, the era of “free-climbing” was dawning. On our way back to L.A., we stopped for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Yucca Valley. Dave said the owners catered especially to the Joshua Tree climbing fraternity by piling on extras to supplement their energy needs. He was right. I couldn’t finish the three huge, stuffed-to-bursting burritos I was served.
It was my friend Kevin Wilkins, founding editor of The Skateboard Mag and an avid mountain biker, who first came across the film on YouTube and sent it to me.
The upload date said 2010 and the quality of the video was grainy at best, a poorly digitalized version of old celluloid that made it hard to view details.
But you didn’t need a sharp image to see the obvious– if dated – skills of the mountain bikers it portrayed. The mustaches, the fanny packs and cutoff jeans, the insane bike setups with everything from drop to bull-moose bars, the riders’ radical style; it all added up to a masterpiece both timeless and purely 1980s.
The film was titled Freewheelin’, and was made with a windup 16mm camera by someone named Wolf Ruck. I immediately emailed Kevin back, and our conversation went crazy from there. We scoured the internet for more information, but beyond the grainy YouTube video, Freewheelin’ seemed to be completely forgotten. The original publishing date said 1985, ancient in mountain bike terms – so ancient that, as far as we could tell, the poetic, funny and, by any standard, action-packed romp was the first mountain bike film ever made.
I found myself fascinated with Freewheelin’. This was partly for its historical importance, but mainly because it was so much fun to watch, both as a biker and a fellow filmmaker. This Wolf Ruck had made something informative, but had done so while blending abstraction, fast-cut motion and unique “point-of-view” angles (quite a feat in the days before GoPro), then layered the edited film with a jamming and funky score. I decided I had to talk to the man behind this beautiful film.
After a few internet Hail Mary messages, I got a response from Wolf via his YouTube account and we set up a time to talk on the phone. Now in his 70s and living outside of Toronto, Wolf immediately came across as a happy, humble grandpa (which he is), entertained that someone had taken the time to track him down to ask him about an old film.
As our conversation continued, it became obvious there was more to Wolf than just Freewheelin’. Born in Germany, he moved to Canada in his teens and quickly demonstrated his dual passions for art and sport. He’s been painting since he was 10 years old, an artistic outlet that has remained a constant throughout his life. He earned a bachelor’s degree from the University of Toronto’s School of Physical and Health Education in 1969, graduating with academic majors in English, German, zoology and physiology. And, he told me almost reluctantly, he’d been a paddler for the Canadian canoeing team at the 1968 Olympic Games in Mexico City.
It was his experiences at the Mexico Games that inspired his first film, the 1978 short Paddles Up. Canoes and the Olympics were also the subject of his second, 1981’s Winning!, an award-winning documentary about Canadian canoeist and Olympic silver medalist John Wood and coach Mac Hickox. The next year he followed with a film about another of his childhood pursuits, Nordic skiing, in the 27-minute motivational-instructional video This is Cross-Country, first released in 1982.

Mark von Aldenbruck, Dana Point, CA U.S.A. (1984) I first saw Mark von Aldenbruck at the Laguna Canyon Race where he popped a wheelie at the mass start and then stayed right with the pack leaders, riding on one wheel for the entire mile-long paved-road section. He found his favorite obstacle challenges in the park and recreation facilities at Dana Point, a short distance from home in San Juan Capistrano. Built like a gymnast, his bike-handling was a true blend of “man and machine”.
Having spent time on both the water and skis, Wolf brought an athlete’s sensibility toward motion in his films; the featured athletes are portrayed as performers, powerful, graceful and beautiful in their talents. It was art shaped by experience, which posed a problem when Wolf decided to make a film about mountain biking in 1983. Like most people from rural Ontario in the 1980s, Wolf was new to the sport, so before he started filming, he bought a Trek 500 and began pedaling.
“That first experience riding–through fields, across creeks–it just blew my mind,” Wolf says. “I was hooked. What incredible freedom, to get out off the road, away from traffic”.
Wolf wanted to enlist the best mountain bikers in the world, so in 1984 he loaded his camera and made a trip to Massachusetts, ME, for what happened to be the first National Off Road Bicycle Association (NORBA)-sanctioned cross-country race east of the Mississippi. The Massachusetts footage became one of Freewheelin’s significant early scenes, and was where Wolf met Lawrence Mallone, leader of the Specialized Bicycles’ team. Mallone, in what Wolf recalled as a “typical California fashion of speaking,” offered a bit of advice: “If you want to see mountain biking, man, you gotta come out to California. Cuz that’s where it’s at.”
Based on that thin-but-sufficient bit of direction, Wolf packed up his VW Bus and made the long drive to Southern California. “I was living out of my van,” Wolf says. “I hooked up with these guys in Los Angeles’ Van Nuys [neighborhood] and got all the info about rides and races in the area. So, I ended up following the circuit at the time.”
People opened up quickly to Wolf, and he ended up With new friends anxious to share their passion. At the time, the mountain bike scene was one diverse community, not yet separated into defined disciplines. Wolf began riding with early SoCal mountain bike legends like Dave Wonderly and Kyle Sharp (who was just a teenager living at his mom’s house at the time), who introduced him to other locals with their own unique styles.
Wolf was drawn to the different ways of maneuvering terrain, how each rider had their own creative approach, and he captured as much as possible. Racing reigned, but Wolf saw something else: the heart of mountain biking. “I think the attraction is to go out and test your limits in Mother Nature,” he says. “That’s the general idea in Freewheelin’. While racing is a part of it, there are variations on the theme that are interesting and challenging and fun.”
Those variations may run throughout the film, but they come into full effect during the California segment: Wonderly sessioning boulders in the yet-to-be-closed-tobikes Joshua Tree National Park, Mark von Aldenbruck dropping stylized trials moves on a basketball court in San Juan Capistrano, and Aaron Cox and Kyle Sharp on a shreddy trail ride near Chatsworth, around what is now Rocky Peak State Park. It was the precursor to “freeride,” and these days you’ll find riders like Curtis Keene, Jesse Melemad and Jill Kintner at Rocky Peak, practicing their chops in the off-season and carrying the torch lit by those early pioneers.

PUERCO CANYON DOWNHILL (above Malibu, CA U.S.A. 1984) This was the first event I went to after arriving in L.A. to scout, research and film FREEWHEELIN’. My first impression was that these MTB racers are crazy, barreling down a steep, rock-strewn canyon access road with a wall of rock on one side and a cliff with cactus-laced boulders on the other. Against my better judgment as an “eastern greenhorn” I tried riding a stretch myself and promptly was kicked out of the saddle and off the pedals by a couple of unanticipated “whoop-dee-do’s”, ending up in a handstand on the handlebars until, in a panic, I touched the brakes … One of the spectators helping me drag my pretzeled bike off the course kept saying, “Man, did you eat it … wish I’d had a film camera!” … The crash nearly put an end to my film project, but after a visit to Burbank hospital to check out a separated shoulder and three days spent straightening out the twisted rear wheel, I rolled down to Laguna Canyon for the next event in the race circuit. As a reminder to always wear a helmet, I still have the Bell hardshell with a 6-inch long and 1/4-inch deep gouge in the crown. The race was sponsored by several bike manufacturer reps, and I recall the inventor of RockShox (Paul Turner) approaching several riders to try out some prototypes he had in the back of his car …

Mark von Aldenbruck, Dana Point, CA U.S.A. (1984) I first saw Mark von Aldenbruck at the Laguna Canyon Race where he popped a wheelie at the mass start and then stayed right with the pack leaders, riding on one wheel for the entire mile-long paved-road section. He found his favorite obstacle challenges in the park and recreation facilities at Dana Point, a short distance from home in San Juan Capistrano. Built like a gymnast, his bike-handling was a true blend of “man and machine”.
















