A Little Bit Strange

While her hometown trails in Squamish, BC make for a top-notch training ground, they also provide much-needed relaxation from the intensity of the World Cup circuit. Miranda Miller enjoys some sunshine in the BC backwoods. Photo: Reuben Krabbe

A Little Bit Strange Miranda Miller, The Unassuming Badass

There’s something to be said for being weird.

It’s a matter of perspective, and perhaps it’s a matter of the type of “weird,” but if you ask Miranda Miller to describe herself, that’s one of the first words that pops into her mind.

I understand her brand of weird. It’s more of a quirk. She is different, and it’s unequivocally charming. She isn’t one to give much weight to what others think, nor has she ever been. “When I was 12, my brother told me it would be cool to have a shaved head,” she says, laughing. “I found it very convenient, so I just ran with it.”

We’re sitting in Miller’s townhouse, on the west side of Squamish, BC, which I found by driving around the neighborhood until I saw a pile of Maxxis tires sitting next to a front stoop, dripping used sealant. The inside of the condo is tidy, with muted colors and clean surfaces. On one side of the kitchen sits a shiny espresso machine, perched like a trophy or shrine to caffeine. “Apparently it’s the nicest coffee machine in Squamish,” Miller tells me.

Miller’s talents go beyond biking. First, she’s brilliant. In fact, she was the valedictorian of her high school. She has a passion for drawing and creating art (when she finds some rare spare time) and is a voracious reader who loves to write. She says if she could have dinner with any two people in the world, she’d choose her two favorite authors: Tom Robbins and Mike Ferrentino. “They’re both incredibly smart and would probably talk about things of which I know very little,” she says, laughing.

Miller is a presence, for many reasons. Her tall stature, the partially shaved underside of her hair, and the fat braid that swings like a rope from underneath her helmet are all prominent features. But it’s her infectious laugh that leaves the deepest impression. It rolls out of her with pure, sincere gusto, almost like a guffaw but so full and big it makes everyone else in the room light up. And she is always laughing.

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