Geile Titten – Coda

Well, maybe “Reprise” would be a better title. Coda would imply a slower, shorter version of the preceding music, and these guys ain’t too slow…for Germans.

I just couldn’t resist. Sorry guys. Super stoked to see you come out actually. You’re enough fun to make my dog want to jump off a cliff.

Which was inspiration enough for Ralf. Looks like he’s recovered from the crash last week in Pemby.

The boys also brought along a new guy, Jeremias. I get the impression this ain’t his first rodeo. He’s been in country for a while, and he seems to have acclimatized.

Oh, and big ups to Vance for fixing the booter at the Gnarnia junction. It’s just a small jump, but it’s one of the more fun ones in the zone. As the guys found out, you don’t need too much speed for it (although landing flat ten feet past the tranny is kinda fun.).

As we had time for a few runs, we went with a Beer Run to finish off the day.

Perfect timing led to the Golden Hour in the grass.

Besides the Germans, we also had a random ONtario XC guy in the person of Ken joining us today. Gotta give full props to the guy for this, as he was in well over his head with this group, with a borrowed bike and first time shuttling, and still went the distance on the day.

Of course, no Beer Run is complete without hitting Ivy League.

Way to get your feet wet in the world of BC Freeride, Ken.

See more pics from this crew in their gallery over at the Geile Titten Gallery.

Die Rasenmaeher 2011 – 2

Aww dudes. You came this far, we GOTTA hit the Sunshine Coast.

“You’d better not be lying to me, Johnny Smoke.”

Yes yes, we know. You Germans have ways. Why don’t you go huck yerself?

Surprised that Holger hadn’t made it over to the SSC yet actually. He’s ridden most spots in BC, funny that he’d missed out on this one.

Classic day over there. Not exactly sunny though.

We also ran into more Germans. There were two young’ns camping up at the top on a POS car, and we let them tag along for a few runs.

They kept us amused, and even sucked Holger into a crash or two on the swivel totter.

It is a very Cunning Stunt.

As we continued to cram more runs in, the weather got worse and worse.

So bad, you couldn’t even see your wheels (look closely…).

OK, pic of the day, IMO. Funny how some guys just get the shots. Probably has a lot to do with that Eurotrash outfit he’s rockin’, but you can’t deny the man’s got style.

Some more of our strays, sending it in the dj zone.

Possibly the heaviest bike EVER on the roof of the van. Yes, that’s three brawny Nords struggling with the “Peterbomb”.

The boys at the beach, celebrating the fact that they never have to put Peters bike up on the roof again.

…and the traditional victory shot.

Good times as always, ya Lawnmower. Looks like I’ll be seeing a few of you guys real soon.

Die Rasenmaeher 2011

Also known as the Geile Titten tour of 2011. Not because we found any, it just sounds awesome with a Bavarian accent.

So cheesy, they’re even staying in a faux Bavarian haus in Whistledog. Of course, it’s run by a pair of Brits, but when in Whistler…  Being a Brit, we got Martin to drive our shuttle today.  Which he did famously, which only makes sense as he’s a former World Rally Championship driver.

As their first day outside of the park, we were off to Pemberton today. C’mon boys, it’s not that steep!

I wonder if that log is slippery?

Ahhhh, that would be somewhat greasy then.

Seriously though, who even rides these things anymore?

Look close, there’s people on bikes in there someplace.

It’s been a while since my last Pemby confession, and it seems there’s been a few changes. Even old faves like the Mackenzie Cruise are seeing a few upgrades.

There’s also some new lines, like the rusty Trombone.

It’s basically like every other trail in Pemby, but even more so. Open rock, views, lots of green moss. Oh, and steep…

The PeterBomb, on final approach. Funny how the lightest bike AND the heaviest bike in this group are both 7″ travel Nicolais.

Holgie earning his Lowenbrau.

New favourite Pemby trail: Stimulus.

It’s also is steep, with lots of open rock, not to mention ultra flowy and quite long by Pemberton standards.

Oh, and there’s this one spot where you can catch some air off a small drop.

Then get kicked sideways into some rocks and eat a big pile of moss.

Oh, and put a nice size dent in your Giant Glory.

So long as you don’t fall off this drop, it’s all good.

There you go, the classic view over the river to Mt Currie.

Prost!

… one of my favourite pics of the day. I call this, “Germans splitting the tab.”

Oh, and a big thumbs down to the Whistler Brew House for easily the worst meal I’ve ever had in that town. Those guys used to be good, what the hell happened?