Well, we left the pair of them in some sort of second rate flophouse in Whistler.
I guess they got sort of bored with the place….
..because Oli asked Farah to marry him, and she went for it.
Congratulations are in order. Now get to work! Barb and I are waiting for you to have babies….
Yes, some bonus content for you. These pics are all courtesy of Wyld Silly at Spectrum Techwear.
Yes, our setup is a bit twisted.
Harlan and Dean on Kobau, ready for lap 1.
Necker on my Chromag. As you can see, he’s plainly struggling adapting to the hardtail.
Oh hey, it’s me again.
..and again.
And Harlan.
Oh, and Rick. This is Rick’s second mountain bike ride ever. He’s a bit of a natural.
Awesome shot of Necker onthe hoodoos at the bottom of lap 1.
This one of Harlan is OK too.
Gary “does-this-lens-make-my-ass-look-fat” Pope.
OK, lap 2.
It’s called TKO. Rick has no idea why. He’s just hitting everything on his second ride.
You know, some of us had to practice to figure out how to ride this stuff.
Dean on some kind of ribcage type of manuever.
Harlan on the last hit of the day.
Well, that’s a week and a bit. I see a break in the weather too. We’ve got some more foreigners today. In fact, a bit of a possee has formed for another sesh on Kobau.
Farah needed some female company, so we got ‘stash to come along. She and Gary dropped a bit of a bombshell on the drive up. I guess they’re on the same program as me and Barb. Yup, a mini-Pope is on the way next year.
Brad also returned for another, and he brought one of them dumb red, uhhh….. Neckers along.
That’s him on my ChroMag. He busted his own bike yesterday. Which is total BS, as he earned some good karma points for doing trailwork up here.
Oh well, maybe he’s just cursed.
Whoa, Farah is moving fast. I can barely keep her in frame….
Necker.
I just like saying Necker. He’s long gone in the next shot.
So we’ll look at Farah instead.
Harlan and Dean were out today as well.
..and this would be Gary.
OK, and one more from Farah and that’s a wrap.
Oh right, we have another lap to go.
Now, here’s Dean. what you don’t see is my BRAND NEW OAKLEYS. Because about a hundred feet above that, I managed to lose them out of my poocket. Not that I noticed until the bottom. Maybe later in the year I’ll see if I can find them. Crap….
Brad didn’t care. He was more interested in this little road gap.
Then he entertained us with some random stories about his grandmother. It’s a surreal experience, this ride. Killer steep and gnarly, then high end winery.
Aww what do you care. Here. Check out this Chevelle.
