Froriders, the mountain bike equivalent of Juggalos.
I wasn’t even supposed to be here, but due to a continued sucking in the tourism sector in BC, I found myself with a fully charged Prius and enough time to get to Whistledog to catch a pretty damn good party. And you can tell by the hat that I wasn’t the only one to rip down from the Kootenays to be there.
That’s another old Cove’r, Tim-o (or has he likes to be called, Madrone), also known as Sarah’s brother.
It was a bit surreal, as I claim Brett as one of my better friends in the bike world, and Sarah as one of my better friends from the old Cove. When world collide, you get scenes like this one below (it’s a pretty big pic, might take a bit to view….):
For some reason, I’ve got a bunch of pics of Sarah’s ass. What can I say? I’m weak that way.
Hee hee hee hee!
About to drop in with 100 or so riders, and the newly married couple of Mrs. Tippie and Mr. Fenton. On the subject of “Something borrowed, something blue,” I don’t know what Sarah had that was blue, but she did borrow my knee pads for the ride. Glad I could be there for ya.
And in other old faces, we ran into Matt from the UK, who came out with the Release the Candy tour a few years back. Or as we like to call him…
“Princess!” (read the purse carefully, it’s sorta hard to see.)
