Back to the old ‘hood for a visit, and who do I run into right away?
Yep, some of the old hoods.
Dan, Chaz, the Steves, and Kristian. Oh, and the streak is still alive. Once again, I rode a new trail on Seymour.
I could tell you where it is, but then I’d have to kill you, and that’s just not good for business.
Rob has been a busy boy, out exploring and clearing up McDougall. He ran into some fairly serious blowdown out on some of the older sections of trail and got a bunch of us out to help clear it.
A great way to spend a fall day. And since I didn’t ride, these lucky mugs got a hassle free shuttle so they could shred their results.
The local bike club, MTBco, had a little member appreciation day. Much flailing about with beer can chicken and some riding the trails at Postill.
Good time, as per usual.
Maybe the cooks should have found a different way to empty the beer cans though.