Cove’r Birthday

What do you get the mother of one of Canada’s up and coming DH prodigies for her birthday?

How about a little roadtrip to the BC interior? 

Holly comes from good stock, with both her parents being born and raised at ground zero for mountain biking in Canada – Deep Cove.

So “Cheers!"  Good to see ya, Jess.

Glad to see that you can rip. 

Your friends are OK, too.

Even the ole Ranch Dog is showing a bit of new school style.  Pretty rad.  It’s been a good year for taking old Cove’rs out for rips. 

In what is fast becoming a theme, mother nature threw down a bit of an afternoon show. 

Sure is pretty, and I guess the Forest Service boys are getting some overtime.

Excellent North Shore Adventures

It’s a travel day, but the sun is out and there’s bunnies everywhere on the Shore.

Not only is it a great day to ride, but it’s also Wade’s Excellent Adventure (a mystery route race on Fromme), and I’ve got a date to sell Barb’s old V-Tach.

First we had to go for a test ride, so I met up with the buyer at a secret location and headed up to Floppy Bunny for a lap.

Heidi stroked that bike up the hill easily, and then proceeded to slay the Bunny.  Hard to believe she’s only been off-roading for a few weeks.

While we were out, the old spidey sense started tingling.  I can’t go for a ride on the Shore without finding at least one new trail…

We have a buyer!

Barb will miss the V-Tach, but it’s clearly found a nice new home.  Heidi will be making lots of new friends, I think.

So now I was free to head up for the final lap of the race, which as it turned out was a run on a freshly refurbished Ladies Only with Arthur and Monica.

BUY MY DVD!!!!!!

Thanks for all the hard work, Digger.  Also ran into Sarah and Jessamy.  Jess was stalled, so Sarah hit the restart button.

Good to see the ole’ Brown Fish Jumpers out competing and taking home the hardware.

Not as good to see that Tippie had a bullhorn. He still managed to lose his voice, though.

For gods sake, put a shirt on man.

Oh, and then I found out it was Chaz’s 50th birthday.  Seriously, that little hairbag there is a half century.  Way to go, bro.