Bas de Bever - Career Mountain Bike (MTB) Racing Record

Career Mountain Bike (MTB) Racing Record

Started racing: 1994 on local level in Netherlands and Belgium and Germany.

Sub Discipline: Downhill, 4X cross

First race result: In 8th place place in local Belgium race.

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Retired: 2004. Currently Coach of the Dutch BMX and MTB National teams teams.

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