Welcome to Canada, eh? What a bunch of loonies…..Tony, Ed, Panama, Pierre, Paul, Stu, Stouph, Mark, and Skip. Thanks for showing up at midnight. At least traffic is light.
Just like last year, we put all the bikes together that night. Bedtime? How does 3 am sound?
We decided to make an early start to the day. As usual, we came across an accident on the highway. This time, a happy ending. The 78 year old rider of this motorcycle walked away from the scene with minor scrapes, and Barb got a job offer from the Princeton Ambulance station.
Bladder break!
Maybe this canyon just scared the piss out of them.
We rolled into Penticton around noon, and took some lunch bbefore heading up to the Peat bog for some warm up laps. Here’s Skip getting reacquainted with a teeter.
Stu goes big on the Knuckleduster.
Skip again, same drop with a different perspective.
Barb got inspired to put the boys in their place.
Skip, mocking death.
Barb, on the Knucklduster road drop.
Stouph gaps a bridge in the sun.
Get that front wheel down, Ed.
Skip at sunset.
Last run of the day. Beleive it or not, this was the lamest trail of the trip.
Get ready, ’cause if that’s lame, then the rest of the tour should be legendary……
