Seymour

CBC Stuff

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A little nostalgia for you. This was the day before the North Shore trails were closed due to the fire hazard.

Notice the mass of people rushing to get their runs in before the closure.

You don’t see the lot that empty in the middle of January.

Here’s a cool angle on CBC. That’s Barb threading the needle back in there. Pretty green for a drought, but that’s the Wet Coast for ya.

Pretty quick update, but I have to stretch ’em out until I can get another ride in. Williams Lake anyone?

Check out this LINK for my new FLASH INTRO. I’ve just started playing with it. Pretty cool program.

‘Till the next one.

More Seymour Stuff

Posted on by Smoke

August 16th was just one of those days. Not the bad kind, but the really really good kind.

For some strange quirk of the universe, I have a bit of a hole in the usual frantic summer schedule (since extended by the trail closures). What better excuse to kick back and actually enjoy summer again for a change. In the midst of my slacking off, doing butt-&^%$ nothing, I got a call from an old riding buddy.

Wanna get up at the crack of dawn and go wake boarding?

Hell yeah!

Anyway, it wasn’t quite as good as that pic would lead you to believe, but it was pretty good nonetheless.

I had three bails hard enough to come right outta the bindings.

On the way back in I ran into Clicker and Brent. Brent is, among other things, the president of Ryders Eyewear.

I was too tired to participate, but I agreed to come along for “safety reasons.” Besides, they were skiing not boarding and I can’t water ski for shite.

After that little cruise, where Brent definitely got ski of the day, I ran into Chaz who wanted to go up Seymour for a little spin.

So we did. After the ride, we grabbed Barb and went up the ARm to drink beer.

The arm.

The beer.

Get off the phone Chaz.

The coolest thing was the tour of the Indian pictographs. I’ve lived here for thirty years and I haven’t seen these ones before. Super cool.

Came home and passed out. But not for long because Corky, who just returned from Oakley to the Cove Bike Shop, was having a pig roast.

I will leave you with these images as they are. One last word, I made it to my friends wedding on the way home. Congrats to PK and Feesh. G’luck, eh?


Local Seymour Riding

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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.