Kind of a mellow one. Sven and Dorothy have come up to ride in some kind of weather other than rain. Glad we could oblige.
Just a mellow couple of laps on the Peat Bog. I took my turn hanging with the little girl and did a nature walk. We found some bugs, like this cool spider…
If I ever manage to strike it rich (highly unlikely given my chosen field…), this is one car I’d be pretty interested in having. Coincidentally, it happens to be owned by my pal Don, who struck it rich via a Dairy Queen franchise. Don is also a kickass mountain bike racer from the 90’s that kept Barb company at the World Masters a few years back.
But enough reminiscing. Lets bust out some airs on the Bog….
Our warmup lap was all 3700 vertical feet of Carmi, from Code 4 right to the lake.
That’s enough to wake up anyone.
Unfortunately for Joe, it was also enough to cause a good strain of his Achilles on this aborted DJ. You can see him about to bail out here. Killer shot though.
He’s pretty tough, he kept riding all day anyway. Round two was a full height Beer Run. Haven’t been doing the upper section that often, but Gabe went out and cleared the top for us last week so we called him up to show us around.
Can’t believe that guy is going to be a dad too. They’ll let just about anyone into that gig.
The other brothers had to step up and do some road gaps now that Joe is taking it easy.
Fruity portrait shots in Ivy League…
Whoa…who’s that handsome devil?
We also got a bonus lap on Drops-A-Lot. No pics, as we were BANGIN’ on that lap. Seriously, bumper to bumper action all the way down. So ggod that we had to chill on the beach with some beers until…
..the sun set.
Can it get any better? Well, there’s always tomorrow.
No, it’s not a cheesy new sitcom. Neither is it a reference to our often larger than normal clientele. This time, it just means that these guys brought along a smaller than usual rider.
They got here yesterday afternoon, and I think Will is still on North Carolina time…
We have a special surprise guest guide with Super T hanging out with this group. That Tyler sure knows how to party.
OK, enough preliminaries. Here’s the “half” showing the old farts how it’s done. Trip is twelve, so let that be a warning to you.
Yup, Matt got sucked in by the young’n.
Bryon wasn’t letting himself get upstaged so easily.
But upstaged he was, nonetheless.
Todays woldlife shot, a green rattlesnake. Right when I was telling the story about the last one we saw too. Phil found it when he was looking for a place to pee, which reminds me of this joke about the Lone Ranger and Tonto….
We did a couple of laps on the Bog, and then ripped over to hit up another run on Drops A Lot.
It was another epic day up there. Here’s T on the drop.
Trip keeps getting these epic pics. Do you think it’s the white wheels or what?
Justin, who figured out that cotton is better than poly on the hot days.
Oh, it looks like Matt figured out to drop some of the padding too. It’s just shy of 100F or 37C right here.
The Sheep Shagger wasn’t as astute. He’s not as experieenced with the desert heat, and didn’t bring enough water either. I think maybe the fact that he’s on his honeymoon might explain this little lapse in judgement. He’s still riding half decent anyway…
Tyler dropping in on a steep section.
Ahhhh, the Shagger hit the wall. Luckily, it was a well stocked wall. Better sit down, bug fella. This might take a while…
Our Okanagan post-ride tradition.
Mrs Sheep Shagger tries a taste.
Well, the winery is always nice, but the lake is even nicer. So what if we forgot glasses?
Barb and Harley gettin’ cool.
They MUST be tired. Either that, or Harley has some powerful gas.
