Die Rasenmaeher 2011

Posted on September 29, 2011October 13, 2011 by Smoke

Also known as the Geile Titten tour of 2011. Not because we found any, it just sounds awesome with a Bavarian accent.

So cheesy, they’re even staying in a faux Bavarian haus in Whistledog. Of course, it’s run by a pair of Brits, but when in Whistler… Being a Brit, we got Martin to drive our shuttle today. Which he did famously, which only makes sense as he’s a former World Rally Championship driver.

As their first day outside of the park, we were off to Pemberton today. C’mon boys, it’s not that steep!

I wonder if that log is slippery?

Ahhhh, that would be somewhat greasy then.

Seriously though, who even rides these things anymore?

Look close, there’s people on bikes in there someplace.

It’s been a while since my last Pemby confession, and it seems there’s been a few changes. Even old faves like the Mackenzie Cruise are seeing a few upgrades.

There’s also some new lines, like the rusty Trombone.

It’s basically like every other trail in Pemby, but even more so. Open rock, views, lots of green moss. Oh, and steep…

The PeterBomb, on final approach. Funny how the lightest bike AND the heaviest bike in this group are both 7″ travel Nicolais.

Holgie earning his Lowenbrau.

New favourite Pemby trail: Stimulus.

It’s also is steep, with lots of open rock, not to mention ultra flowy and quite long by Pemberton standards.

Oh, and there’s this one spot where you can catch some air off a small drop.

Then get kicked sideways into some rocks and eat a big pile of moss.

Oh, and put a nice size dent in your Giant Glory.

So long as you don’t fall off this drop, it’s all good.

There you go, the classic view over the river to Mt Currie.

Prost!

… one of my favourite pics of the day. I call this, “Germans splitting the tab.”

Oh, and a big thumbs down to the Whistler Brew House for easily the worst meal I’ve ever had in that town. Those guys used to be good, what the hell happened?

Ruined – Day 12

Posted on July 16, 2008 by Smoke

Welcome to Pemby. Big mountains and big trucks.

After eleven days of arid grasslands, this is a bit overwhelming.

Poews took fire with the steeps.

Not that anyone else had any issues with it.

Even Jim was getting more familiar with the techgnar side of BC singletrack..

It’s all about the steep rock out here.

And the big mountain backdrops.

That’s Mt Currie in the background. The steepest and longest vertical drop in North America.

Our local guide for the day. All you get to see is his ass.

There’s also the occasional skinny line around here.

Oh, and some gaps too.

And some big skinny drops.

Yeah Jim, fight it out.

A nice natural log ride.

Mongo continued his domination of the big lines.

For dessert, we hit up this crazy line called Squirrel Boy. It’s seriously steep, exposed and gnarly.

Mongo basically cleared the whole trail, including this sick stepdown at the end.

We finished off the day with a long soak in this warm lake.

An hour of trying to laughing, drinking beer, laughing and drowning while trying to keep the lake out of your beer.

Does it get any better than this?

Proper Four Twenty, That Is….

Posted on April 17, 2008 by Smoke

No, that’s not a trick. That really is my odometer turning over 420K. I parked the Great White last year just for this occasion.

I had some business in Vancouver this week, so I started the weekend off with Dan, Seb, Wyld Willy, and the Pemby crew. Keep in mind, this was the warmest day of the tour…

Wyld Willy even pussed out because of the cold and didn’t go the distance up to the Cariboo. At least he made it out for the weekend, and had perpetrated some shenanigans down on the Sunshine Coast.

Dan wore his best pajamas in honour of the day. He also declined to go north.

The boys made up for it with this creek gap.

I took these fisheye shots with Willy’s camera. I gotta get one of these. The guy stylin’ below is some dude named Smokey. I think he’s just trying to be like me…..