Director of Training and Development
Hannah Siler
I’m originally from Asheville, NC where I grew up on a family farm nestled within the folds and peaks of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It wasn’t until I got to college and signed up for a cross-country bike ride on a whim that I began my deep dive into all things bikes. That summer ignited not only my interest in riding bikes but my passion for where in the world they can take you and the varied terrain you can explore on them.
Since then, I graduated with a degree in Outdoor Education, worked for many weeks and months taking young people out into the wilderness, and have incorporated the Cycling House and my own bike travels more and more into my life. I now loosely call Tucson, AZ home (or my truck for many months in the year), where you can find me either packing a bunch of bags on my bike, planning my next trip, cooking or running the spectacular Sonoran trails.
What is the best thing about working at The Cycling House?
People, people, people! Sharing rides and food and conversation with new people every week. My line of work has always been geared towards building community and connection, so being able to have a part in that with a group on a trip is really special. Getting to see those connections last after the trip and recur throughout the years with returning guests is just the cherry on top.
Do you have a favorite ride?
TCH visits some spectacular places, but some of my favorite rides we go on have to be the Coastal ride in Mallorca, Patagonia gravel south of Tucson, and Rice Ridge in Montana. All fun riding; all absolutely stunning; all ending with a cold crisp beer at the finish.
What is the most memorable day you’ve ever had on the bike?
The craziest, most spectacular day I've had on a bike was deep in the Tusheti Mountains of the Republic of Georgia. I had just finished a multi day "trek" (pushing bikes) over a big mountain pass, and finally was back on a "road" and riding again. After one more climb over the death defying Abano mountain pass, the descent began on a pristine gravel road, and kept going, dropping, dropping some more... before you know it we had descended 10,000 feet straight down to the valley with sore arms and big goofy grins plastered across our faces.
