I guess I’m running out of smartass titles.  Kelly and Rollie are out again, and Kelly is pregnant, again, like five thousand of my other friends seem to be this summer.  They brought out a bunch of other riders from the Island for their every other year visit to the Okanagan.

Whenever they show up, we gotta ride Naramata.  Something about that place…

Jason was so excited, he just couldn’t keep his wheels on the ground.

Maybe it was this little dude that inspired him.  I like how he looks like he’s begging or something.

“Please Sir…can I have some more?”

A million laughs.  PK, pregnant chick shot.  I should have gotten some better ones.  Kelly was killing it today.  Nothing crazy, but she was throwing down some solid moves, make no mistake.

The other two ladies, Tera and Jodie, were also riding well.  Sorry, I didn’t get to know you well enough to know which one was which.  I get sort of hypnotized by hot babes on bikes.

Anyway, they’re both awesome.  See?

Round two and we did a half height Beer Run.  Since we already inspected the first time, we really let it roll this time.

The crew totally threw down on the Red Booter.

Almost forgot, we had a random rider from Edmonton join the crew on the ride today.  He must have had a great time, as the group was just buzzing all day.  Here he is, throwing huge.

Not to be outdone, here’s the girls on the stepup.

Another wildlife shot, this time of an Osprey.

Last run was a full tilt Drops A Lot rip.  Absolutely retarded fun.  Brant and Andrew showed up for the final lap too, as Brant was celebrating his 30th birthday with a triple crown adventure in the southern Okanagan.  Lucky guy….

three up, three down, sunset at Three Mile beach, and we’re done.