Year: 2004

Kobau Cruising

Posted on by Smoke

Or “How Tired I Felt After Hammering the Peat Bog All Day Yesterday.”

Funny how tired we all felt after spending a couple of days at…

Oh God. We have to do this again?

I noticed that the crew over at PureMTB.com were wondering what happened to all the carnage shots.

Well, here you go.

Actually, everybody pulled out a good one today. FunBobby pops some wood.

I did too, only bigger.

Round log, sketchy teeter totter, and FLEXING BICEPS.

Eric keeps it upright (I think it’s Eric).

Trask getting a little “Head” on the Head Drop.

Barb gets her share.

Eric reverting to form.

Back in the open again.

A bit of rain made a huge difference to the dust. The clay was unbelievably grippy. Gary couldn’t quite get over how hard you could corner in it.

Some trail hazards here are unlike anywhere else in Canada.

Another epic sunset at the pub at the end of the ride.

…And the traditional passed out in the smelly van shot.

Of Squirrels and Men

Posted on by Smoke

Back at the Peat Bog.

Time to get things warmed up.

Code 4 booter to flat. Go FunBobby!

Calvin’s in there too.

Gary dropping in with confidence.

King, master of his domain.

Trask, puffin’ up the pipes for the camera.

King inspecting the ghetto styles of Emergency Exit.

Uh. ye-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-ah–h—h—–h.

Or, put another way.

Thanks to FunBobby and Squirrel for making that possible.

OK, back to riding. Or hucking it. Go on Barb. Make all the big strong boys feel dumb. It’s good for business. They love it….really.

Blair Witch style.

Barb again.

More Blair Witch.

Flex it out buddy.

OK Barb, you can hit it bigger if you want. I left out Kings crash here because it’s jsut so much more impressive on video, and you will have to wait until Gary gets that posted on his site first.

And another epic sunset on the beach to round things out.

Harper Heaven

Posted on by Smoke

It really is a favourite. So much flow.

Last night we had tons of dry lightning. Luckily we didn’t catch fire, but there was so much smoke in the air today we could hardly see the ‘Loops.

Here’s the breakfast scene.

A quick walk to the top of the mountain helped clear the hangover.

On to the bridges.

Trask goes off.

As usual, Barb ruled it.

“Hey there, little dude!”

O’Dea continued to step it up on the skinnies.

Hi-Ho!

Trask again. What you can’t see are the three huge flails on the approach to this shot.

Lap two got a bit more serious.

There’s a bunch of these hits in a row.

O’Dea spirals in.

What was that?

Oh, THIS…