When you need to be absolutely sure that a summer of riding home absolutely blind drunk hasnt totally wrecked irrepairable damage on your prize peanut shell then just get it xrayed and check it.
I was pleased to see that my helmet has no internal fissures despite wrecking it most wednesdays when i attempted to ride home drunk from the Phat Wednesday celebrations. My beautiful helmet may not look so beautiful now but it still works and thats what counts.
I may appear to be a cheapskate but when it comes to giving you the best possible bike park trail report update then no expense is spared.
This photo was taken from a float plane i chartered on the last day of Crankworx. As you can see from the photo the braking bumps are monsterous, the trails are as loose as a Norwegian backpacker, and the lift line cues are longer than the dole cues on a tuesday in scunthorpe.
Well knock me down with a feather. The picture here of me doing bendy legs in Cromwell last autumn taken by Tim Pierce ended up being printed in Spoke magazine alongside two other photos of yours truly. Im muthafuckin big time now so dont expect anymore updates cause im starting my own TV show and have a bunch of product endorsements and shopping centre openings to do now...
Saturday consisted of enjoying the lack of crowds thanks to the rockslide on the highway. Reports are coming in that disgrunteld locals set off the rockslide so that they could ride Ninja Cougar before the masses of vancouver and seattle destroyed it. However the trail never opened on schedule. we poached a few laps before heading to potatoe town home of the indians, also known as Pemberton. got some sick laps in and was almost sick after eating too much mexican roadside food. in the evening we went back to the bike park and schralped the canadian open course which is closed. the end.
Big props to Kelly McGarry who got 7th place in Crankworx Colorado which qualifies him for Crankworx Whistler. fully sick bro
Well its been a while since I worked on any sort of online hate mail but i have been inspired my the current barrage of blogs that have popping up. Also sometimes i wake up and there's all this useless stuff i want to say but i cant say anywhere but around my friends and when i do say that stuff they look at me all like "righto, kiddo" and they turn their back and go back to doing whatever they were doing before I let off the verbal diarrhoea.
I think also this is an act of desperation of an ageing man. I've turned another year older recently and I see these blog thingys as a pretty youth thing to do, so by doing one I'm keeping young.
This blog will be a place for my own selfish thoughts, a junkyard for ideas that wont make it further, random observations, sarcastic critique, and shout outs to the deserving.
So far no pictures. my beautiful fiancee has bought me a new camera for me burthday but it aint turned up but when it does rest assured there will be visual clues to the rambles and rants.