Wait, isn’t that in February? Well, this is more like the movie. Every day seems just like the one before.

Even the hotel room never changes, but it’s sure full of some nice gear.

Ah yes, the comedy setup.

Now Romo smokes ’em put. You can see Josh’s coffee in mid-arc if you look close. They got smoked again by the heli right after this.

The film crew in the aftermath. It was even funnier live.

More laps in the heli.

Oh, and that Romo is such a dick….

Finally, some bluebird warmth. I think Nathan is over it though. Must be a bit of a shock coming from the height of summer in Australia to this.

The director, directing….

The talent, reacting (why do I have so many pics of Rennie relieving himself?).

More direction.

Our pilot, Jay, and the crew loading up.

The Force is strong in this one…

Hellburn working…

Achtung, baby…

The chopper picking the boys up for another take.

Chasing the talent along the ridgelines.

Maybe winter is over after all. John felt something crawling in his crotch..

..and look what he found!

So much for my lifetime record of no ticks. I pulled 10 of me this week. At least these ones aren’t super aggressive. Pretty gross though….

Pretty typical. Get up, eat, hang out and watch guys ride way too fast, eat some more, go back to town.

Nice sunset though.

These racers are such primadonnas, they gotta wear gloves to eat chicken.

I’m just kidding. We hung out overnight in the canyon this night, and it got killer cold out. Luckily we had lots of beer to keep us company. Here’s how we really felt about it.