Ahhhhh. Shore sweet Shore. Trying to keep the world beat alive, we invited three Yankees and a couple of Aussies out for a day of ripping on Seymour.
It was memorable not because we had nine riders out, but because it actually rained a little overnight. Conditions had to be some of the best of the year. Just wet enough to make the logs interesting, and to keep the dust down. Truly excellent.
That’s nine bikes there. Count ’em.
LIke I said, just wet enough to make the logs more interesting.
Makes for nice light in the woods, tho.
Torsten and Ralf rippin’ it Euro stylie.
Ralf figured that it was safer to hit the logs fast. Works for him, but not for me.
OK, that was just an excuse. I took a lot of blurry photos. Here’s another. I think that’s an unidentified flying american.
And Ralf again.
And Torsten being the rock and roll photographer.
Leandro bootin’ it under the Powerlines.
We hit up the Chuckwagon shuttle for the return for lap 2. I’d give you a link for Chuckwagon, but those slackers don’t have a website yet. $5 a run from the Canadian Superstore at Riverside and the Parkway, weekends only. Makes Ned’s a bit more worthwhile.
Lap two we hit up CBC again. Less people around for this run, it was like the REAL North Shore at times. Here’s Leandro finding out for himself.
WOW! That guy is fast!
Ralf and Leandro spinning their wheels in the Gerbils Cage.
No shots of Pangor. We went really fast down there. This one of Slash is one of my favourites of the whole summer. He is so-o-o committed. Think he made it?
If you haven’t ridden Seymour before, you might not realize how big some of the trails are. Check out this panorama to get an idea of the amount of work that goes into the trails here. This section is completely off the ground. Up to ten feet high and one to three feet wide.
Anyone up for Lap 3?
That’s what I thought. Wuss.
The next day we went to Fromme and rode everything …. twice. But the camera ran out of juice so I only got this picture of Torsten on Upper Oil Can.
Too bad, it was epic again. The boys were completely exhausted by this point, and so was I. That was IT for a couple of days for all of us. Thorsten and Ralf went to San Francisco and Leandro went to Whistler.
I went to bed.
