It’s official. When you turn 50, you’re old. No escaping it. You can rationalize it any way you like, but you can’t escape it. Laura even ran out of candles, so we settled on a single one as a symbol.

Great party though. First beach fire of the year for me.

We weren’t the only ones, either. These folks are some random revellers from just down the beach. No idea who they are, but they get their pics up on Bush Pilot.

Just about last man standing…..Mitch heads off to bed at around 4:30 am.

Oh yeah, feeling every minute of those 50 years, aintcha Mitch?

Go on….pull my finger.

Yeah, the monthly hick invasion showed up. Nice rack….

A slightly dirty day on Cypress. Savagely dirty, actually. Why is every birthday ride so wet?

Here’s proof. Wyld Willy walked away from a line today. Never seen that before.

Dan was still stylin the drops as per usual. It was like it was his birthday or something.

Oh, might have been Brads birthday too.

Notice the blurriness around the edge? Thats how wet it was today. Just above freezing too. The lens was fogging in a few seconds.

Yup, nice birthday shred. Until next year…..

About time I got one in. It’s been ultra wild around here. Winds, power outages, tons of snow. But we heard that the Sunshine Coast was in pretty good shape. Not much snow, and they’re used to lots of wind.

Wade, Dre, Watson, and James (he drives that nice van with the big logos on it) said we were going for a bit of an XC adventure.

Um, yeah. Right. And then Team Shuttlewhore showed up.

So it was a 3 lap DH fest and I had my hardtail Oh well. It was also bitterly cold, my rear brake fell off, and it was freaking amazing.

Hardly any pics to show you. Here’s Watson on a swivel totter (part of the amazing Cunning Stunts line). Too busy trying to hang onto the pack to get any shots.