Affengeil – Day 3

Which kind of says it all, doesn’t it?  Maybe we were a bit tired after two absolutely spectacular days, but Seymour was tough today.

Not that it’s supposed to be easy, I suppose.

The boys were having a good time, hard going or no.

Look at the big smile on Rolf.

And I got to take some more of the stock angles on CBC.  You can’t go to the Shore and NOT ride CBC.  It’s just not done.

Wee also ran into our old pal from Florida, Boombatz (you can call him Scott if you’re not comfortable with foreign pronunciation).

He wised up last year and moved to Washington, and this is the first time we’ve crossed paths since then.  It was good to have some fresh legs on the day, as it really helped bring up the stoke level of the crew.

It was worth pounding down Neds just to get this jump, but man…the race really took it’s toll on that trail.

Future Darwin Award Recipient. 

Good times, my German brothers.  I’ll see you again, but this time in Kelowna.

Affengeil – Day 2

It’s nice to be wanted.  If you don’t know who the B-Team is, then head over to the Sunshine Coast.  That tight feeling you have in your pants (or damp, I don’t want to leave anyone out), is likely the result of the B-Team’s dirty little secret.

Oh, secret is out.

It’s not all skinnies and stuff out here, just the first trail.

It can take quite a while though.

We were pretty hungry to ride, as the summer ferry schedule meant we had a long wait to get across this morning.  At least the sun is up late.  I think I can tire the boys out.

See, I told you it’s not ALL skinnies.

Although there are a lot of them.

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As always, we lined up a lap with the locals.

Stubz put on his usual clinic.

Some other tourists showed up to entertain us.  Good times…

As always, Redneck (the bald one), showed us a really great time.  We rode it out for 5 laps, and that pretty much killed the crew.   That may have been my best day on the SSC, and that’s saying something.  We hit the last ferry just in time for the light show.

..and a pull up session (I set the record, I couldn’t even do one).

We got back for the last call in the kitchen at the Raven, and look what we found? Our old pal Peter, who also just happens to be another of ze Germans.

Pretty random, as my home, Peter’s home, and the Raven are about equidistant from each other by a good 300 km or so.  Sometimes, you just gotta roll with it. Like our waitress, who was breaking up with the bartender while we enjoyed our end of the day libations.  You KNOW it was a good time. Check out the big smiles on ze Germans…

Affengeil – Day 1

Ja, super cool.  Andreas has returned, after a four year absence.  And he brought friends this time.

We actually did a run of Fromme first, but like an idiot I forgot my camera.  Look…it was a short notice trip and I drove down from Kelowna in the morning.  You’ll have to forgive me this time.  Anyway, I’ll have some pics from the guys’ cameras later.  Fromme was rad, we had a great time. 

Second run we hooked up with some washed up Rocky Mtn. rider, and also Norona, Arthur, and a whole pile of other locals.

I don’t know where we went though.  Somewhere by a big tree.  Better pics tomorrow.