The first day of riding. How excellent for us.
Well, for most of us anyway.
You weren’t dfrinking last night, were you Johnny?
Good thing we’re only doing 7 000′ of vert today then.
The birthday boy gets some air.
So does Bob.
Ahh yes, classic cars on the May long weekend. Nice job, buddy.
It’s the May Long, so it’s time for some debauchery with Darcy (aka Greyballs) and the crew. We left on Thursday this time, so we could get a bit more riding in. Since it was such a nice day, we took advantage to check out a bunch of little canyons along the way.
Body of a 47 year old, but with an ass that just doesn’t stop.
The village of Hedley and some local girls.
It’s a long way to the the top….
….if you wanna rock ‘n rolllllllll.
Amazing form on ole’ Barracho.
The crew (l to r): Barrracho, Bob, Dave, greyballs, and me in the front.
The moon is getting fuller too. Look out, it could get messy.
The last day. Hey, maybe we should do some riding for a change boys.
But first, lets see how many bikes we can get on the roof of the van.
This is a seriously secret and sick ride outta a tiny town called Cawston. The shuttle UP is 45 minutes.
Here’s the top.
Lots of stuff in the woods worthy of the ride, but not necessarily photos.
This is about halfway down the 4500′ vertical.
Lets just follow all the way down.
…and another sweet Malibu to end ‘er.
Happy Birthday Darcy. See ya next year.