Year: 2008

Team Banana Bread – Day 2

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Schnepf!

Gesundheit. Ok, we crawled our way out of a bit of a hangover from yesterdays adventures and went over to Gillard again today. We thought we’d get Lindsay (whe’s new to the riding game) a bit of a confidence builder. Here she is sneering at our spotting attempts on a nice teeter.

Nic as usual was slaying everything in sight.

The rest of hte crew was loving all the old hits, including this one on Rubherdown.

Oh, time for some postcard shots….

For round two we cracked off a Kerplop session, and spent a bit of time up on the barbwire gap.

Several flat tires later, we were Kerplopping at the bottom.

Yes, that would be a rare image of yours truly flowing a new log ride.

George on the Boss Hog stepup.

Al on the Boss Hog rolldown.

Rinse and repeat on the curved wall.

As the thunderstorms raged in the distance, we finished with a swim at our new favourite beach. Wait….what’s that I see?

Yes! It’s the Ogopogo! Now I wonder if this counts as proof for the $2 million prize being offered?

Team Banana Bread – Day1

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Team who? We’ll get to that in a minute. First, Barb is getting bummed out by her inability to even fit in the cockpit of her bike.

OK, TBB is our pals Nicole and George (from last year’s Wade Tour) and some friends of theirs from the city (well, and from the UK and Australia). Nicole just loves her Builders Only laps…

See?

Them Bananas were slaying lines left,

..right….

..and center.

That chick is killing it right now. There’s nothing like Crazy Train to make you feel like a superstar.

A bug. Sort of a lame wildlife shot. Sorry. You see less stuff as it gets hotter out.

Oh, back to flyin’ foreigners…

OK, one lap down. Harley, help those guys out.

OK, lap 2 and we’re off to the Stinky Pinky.

George gettin’ his tips up.

Al not gettin’ his up.

…. and Dan someplace in between (yes, his name actually is Dan. I know that if I used it on everyone, sooner or later I’d be right).

Ever use a chainsaw in a can? They RULE.

Al on a berm.

George on another.

Lindsay, caught going the other way…

…and once again Nicole killing it.

We’ll finish off with a couple of wall riders,

..and one dirty Aussie.

Chocolate Feet – Day 11

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Good morning princess, how was camping?

Yeah, he’s not exactly a morning person. Well, laugh while you can there, Deano. The bike gods have something else in store for you today.

Dammit! Where’d she get the shoes?

Oh, pancakes….you’re off the hook then.

Well meaning, but mostly illiterate.

Holy Hairy Woodpeckers!

Yup, we climbed all the way up here and there was a chairlift. Have a seat….

OK, on to the goods. You good morning stepdown brought to you by Rob (not Dan. Who the hell is Dan?).

Yes Princess, you can do anything if you threaten to stab your brain with a Q-Tip.

I said giant beer, not giant bear.

Oops. I guess that scared ya right outta your shoes.

No problem, it’s only a broken shoulder. Should heal up in about 4 weeks.

So we’ll just go to the Ranch while Dean watches. No worries.

The top was sorta blown out from the race they had a few weeks ago, but the jump zone was awesome.

Even Matt was getting into the tables (I know, that’s not Matt there. I’m running low on smartass commentary).

There’s a reason why you see so many shots coming out of this zone these days. Look at that sky, that dirt, that old guy on a bike…

There’s Matt. A little faster next time.

It only hurts when he laughs….

Man, those Brits are just a bunch of dicks sometimes… A little shout out to the SUV full of ladies that honked at us when they went by.

The Shimmervan.

Well, you know you’ve done well when Barb cries on the last day.

There was some more riding in Whistler, but my shin got infected so there’s no pics, as they don’t want you snapping shots of people in the clinic there. Anyway, that’s it for this year’s edition of the Chocofoot trip.

Until the next one….