Born deep in the bayous of Louisiana among crocodiles and shrimp boats in 1981, grew up in Battle Ground and Portland. He spent the last 8 years of his life in Tacoma where he cut his cycling teeth on the pothole-ridden, drive-by prone, chip sealed hills around the Puget Sound as part of Old Town Bicycle’s dirt and road teams. Travis met and rode with Matt Smith and quickly developed an obsess – er – admiration for Matt. Moving back here meant the chance to once again get dropped by Matt and it was something that Travis would not pass up.
Travis thinks bikes are “all right” and does it for the coffee stops and an excuse for shaving his legs. Other things Travis does: bagpipes competitively; recycles, eats sushi, tries on Assos clothing and acts like the price isn’t the reason he’s putting it back, falls over during yoga, watches Archer, crushes a bit too hard on Fabian Cancellara, talks trash about Starbucks coffee (but eats their cake pops), and adheres to the following rules: fondue is not a meal; soup is not a meal; if you have to wipe more than 3 times you should just get in the shower; you need to save the word phenomenal for things that are actually phenomenal.
Travis will be reentering the cyclocross racing world after a 1.5 season break (because he had a bad couple of races and got grumpy and sold all his ‘cross stuff and pouted in front of the TV).