Barry Wicks

Barry Wicks

Barry Wicks is a veteran Kona rider. Forged in the iron of the international MTB and CX scenes, these days Barry can be found applying his skills and determination to uncommon adventures. Barry continues to pursue racing success through gravel racing and multi-day MTB stage racing, and will take on the challenge this season of self-supported long distance bikepacking races. You will also find Barry tackling new challenges with the Kona Adventure Team as he aims for the stars with above-category feats of bicycle-styled athletic pursuits.


Date of Birth
November 15, 1981
Disciplines / Riding or Racing Focus
XC, Marathon, Multi-day, Gravel Adventure
Konas in Your Quiver
Hei Hei Supreme, Honzo Carbon, Private Jake, Esatto Ti
Personal touches on your bikes?
Most of my bikes have prototype (home made) modifications to make them extra special, but they are all secret.
Pre-ride Rituals
When I go backcountry skiing and I am filling in my pre-tour plan, the number one objective is always "Shred Sick Pow!" The bike equivalent of this would have to be "Shred Sick Trails!" So, I guess I make a mental note of that when I am headed out the door.
Where are you from / where do you live?
Born and raised in Oregon, currently living in Cali.
Riding with Kona since
Goals for the 2017 season?
Shred sick trails!
Favorite place to ride
British Columbia
Three things we don’t know about you?
  1. I am a competitive paddle board racer.
  2. I am teaching myself how to play guitar.
  3. I am a dog whisperer.
Cats or dogs?
Dogs. Cats scare my wife.
Would you rather be eaten by a lion or be eaten by ants?
Lion. Seems more dignified.
Zombie apocalypse or alien invasion?
If a species is advanced enough to travel to our planet from far, far away I'd like to meet them. Zombies are boring.
Would you rather become a superhero or a supervillain?
Same difference, as long as I could fly while invisible.
Sunrise or sunset?
Sunset. I like to sleep in, and a sunset implies I made it to the end of another day.

Favorite moment of 2016: Ride to the Race

The first thing I noticed was that my bike felt heavy. Not heavy in the sense that I was on a heavy bike. I wasn't. I was on my ultralight race bike. The heavy sensation was that of adding 25 lbs. of camping gear and snacks to my ultra light race bike. It was heavy in weird places, and felt both oddly foreign yet familiar to my touch, like a seasoned lover wearing a wig and playing a role.

Following the sliver-thin western edge of the continent southwards, I would find myself staring off into the great abyss of the Pacific Ocean, trying to imagine the other worlds that lay beyond its vast expanse.

At the end I felt the tug of the familiar state, but wanted to cling to the feelings of wildness that had permeated me during the journey. We did some wheelies across the finish line, then broke out the last of our food stores and the camp stove and made some lunch.

Those minutes spent on the curb, sharing a bag of freeze-dried cherry chocolate mousse with a close friend, were the best of the trip. It was in that moment that the enormity and surreal beauty of the trip set in. We rode from my house to the stupid race, and it was awesome.