Mountain bikes…pffffft. REAL men ride cruisers.

So, according to this picture, the clearance on the van with bikes is just a teensy bit under 11 feet. Guess I should try to write that down somewhere……

Today we rode two laps of Arawana. Here’s Dave getting warmed up…

Dom styles out a long skinny on his 3rd try.

One MASSIVE stepdown. No-one wanted to even try. That thing is a solid twenty vertical up in the air, and maybe twenty-five out. Way bigger than it looks in that crappy pic.

Railing the corners at the bottom.

Some sweet canyon bottom singletrack.

The infamous liquid lunch.

Sure it was a long run, but one is never enough. Even though everyone tried to weasel out of a second one, it’s the second run that makes the day.

Bob checks his sphincter on the sidehill.

The Birthday Boy in the canyon again.

Barracho on the same line.

End of the line. Pass me a beer willya?

Of course, one beer leads to another, and the next thing you know we are rock stars.

Like all good rock stars, after trashing the hotel we went out partying. Nite Moves never disappoints on the long weekend.

“Can you make him go away please?”