Another Old Cove’r

They’re comin’ outta the woodwork, I tells ya.  Another old co-worker from the dark days of Cove Bikes showed up today in the form of one Paul Jolley.  Paul disappeared to the Eurozone around 14 years ago, and just showed up with a Swiss miss and some kind of German joinery ticket.

I don’t know what that means, but as Barb tells me, this baby snake we saw is a Northwestern Garter Snake.

Mean little bugger; he took a few strikes at me.

Meanwhile, Dani (the aforementioned Swiss Miss), was sending various drops in the neighborhood in fine style.

Of course, the male of the pair felt that he must go bigger, and so he did.

As today is the unofficial first day of summer (yeah, it’s finally hot and dry), we celebrated with some new vintages.

Thanks for the vineyard tour, Addy!

OK, one is never enough, so we shredded another one out.

Happy first day of summer everyone. Time to get out there!

Oh, almost forgot.  Today’s wildlife tally was one NW Garter snake, a whitetail deer, a black bear, and three mountain goats.  Not too bad…

Yet Another Epic Sunset Session

In case you’re wondering…the answer is "No, I don’t get bored of doing this."

Shredding awesome singletrack at sunset just never gets old.

Neither does this awesome hip at the bottom.

That last one of Jens is pretty sick for a guy that just started riding last year. 

We’ll do this again sometime this week.

Carbon Carnage

Another Thursday, another hammerfest in the Mice.  Dave, you’re facing the wrong way…

Oops. Yes, that’s a carbon rim.  Karl’s carbon rim to be exact.  May it rest in pieces.

So, there may or may not have been some shenanigans that led to this.  I was in front, and there’s a particular corner on Eagle that I’ve missed a few rides in a row now.  I managed to remember it in time, but at the pace we were riding tonight (translation: terrifying) it didn’t matter much.  Since I’ve missed that turn multiple times, I don’t exactly know the line yet.  I blew off a small drop and kind of nose bonked a hole with a gnarly sharp rock.  Karl saw me freak out a bit, and pulled out to the right.  Right into this…

Game over, man.  Well, he had a nice walk down Arawana Rd.

We, on the other hand, had a lovely ride under the setting sun.

After riding Rainbow North, Sidewinder, Tripod, Marmot, Rusty Muffler, Eagle, Raven, Mule Deer, Ponderosa, and Black Bear, we went for a little rip on Southern Dancer.

Yes, that’s all in one descent.  As Kurt would say… "This place sucks…"

I leave you with a couple more typical sunset snaps of the boys.