Good morning princess, how was camping?
Yeah, he’s not exactly a morning person. Well, laugh while you can there, Deano. The bike gods have something else in store for you today.
Dammit! Where’d she get the shoes?
Oh, pancakes….you’re off the hook then.
Well meaning, but mostly illiterate.
Holy Hairy Woodpeckers!
Yup, we climbed all the way up here and there was a chairlift. Have a seat….
OK, on to the goods. You good morning stepdown brought to you by Rob (not Dan. Who the hell is Dan?).
Yes Princess, you can do anything if you threaten to stab your brain with a Q-Tip.
I said giant beer, not giant bear.
Oops. I guess that scared ya right outta your shoes.
No problem, it’s only a broken shoulder. Should heal up in about 4 weeks.
So we’ll just go to the Ranch while Dean watches. No worries.
The top was sorta blown out from the race they had a few weeks ago, but the jump zone was awesome.
Even Matt was getting into the tables (I know, that’s not Matt there. I’m running low on smartass commentary).
There’s a reason why you see so many shots coming out of this zone these days. Look at that sky, that dirt, that old guy on a bike…
There’s Matt. A little faster next time.
It only hurts when he laughs….
Man, those Brits are just a bunch of dicks sometimes… A little shout out to the SUV full of ladies that honked at us when they went by.
The Shimmervan.
Well, you know you’ve done well when Barb cries on the last day.
There was some more riding in Whistler, but my shin got infected so there’s no pics, as they don’t want you snapping shots of people in the clinic there. Anyway, that’s it for this year’s edition of the Chocofoot trip.
Until the next one….
