Saturday morning, under glorious sunny skies and surrounded by snow-capped mountains, I raced my mountain-bike for the first time since September 2015. In the days, hours and minutes leading to the start of the 8th annual Nimby 50 in Pemberton, …
Plans. Who ever heard of such a foolish notion? Not me, that’s for sure… Thursday, hoping to leave work early, I finally hit the road for Lillooet at 6pm. About 20kms east of Pemberton, traffic was stopped, the road temporarily …
It happened. It finally happened. Over the past two weeks I lost my Squamish mtb virginity. There was warmth and sun, there was cold and rain. Then there was that carbon-fibre full-suspension bike. Heck, I even entered a local race …
There are mountain-bike trail systems whose notoriety brand them as destinations, places you just have to ride one day. Over the years, I’ve had the chance to ride a few of these iconic spots, mostly in the USA. Moab, Utah; …
Friday morning, I was losing my shit. The constant cloud-cover and near constant rain was just too much. I sent messages to friends employing many expletives. It was ugly. I’m not proud of those messages or the way I lost …
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