A lot of people talk about the Fear. Coming back after a winter of hockey or boarding, geared up and lifting into the cold air covering the mountain. You finished last season taking it higher and further than you ever have, but that was then... and now the Fear sits jibbering mindlessly in your belly and you wonder if the skills bless you still. The top, the saddle, and you wonder as you roll for the trail. Until the Devo sails you down that first rock face and lofts you easily off that table, bringing you down safely, sweetly. Absorbing that landing as it always has, stomping tires onto the face of Fear and casting doubt aside. Bringing you back, bringing you home.