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| Churchill and I got out for another trail ride this morning. He loves it out there. It was pretty muggy and hot at 11 AM. Surprisingly the bugs weren't bad at all. |
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| Signs, signs, everywhere signs in SMH. |
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| Dog nose cam. |
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| There are lots of wide, non-technical trails in 'the park' . . . but I didn't ride too many of them today. Did I just incriminate myself?!?! |
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| Ribbon of single track amongst greenery and mosquitoes (they are getting bad). |
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| Grandma's house - weren't any cookies in side though. |
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| Broke Eddy out for the 3 + plus hour solo ride since I was Riding To The Hills. |
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| Churchill is turning out to be a very worthy riding buddy. We're working on lengthening the time on the trail. Yesterday we were out for a little more than an hour. |
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| A swim in the swamp helped cool him down and rejuvenate him for the rest of the ride. He is a water dog. Finishing the ride we crossed one of the longer bridges over a stinky dirty swamp - instead of running the trestles he opted for the water crossing. Ewww, he was so gross and smelly afterward . . . . it was pretty funny and now my car is funky for all the wrong reasons. |
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| God save the queen . . . being part of the Empire (not to be associated with THE Empire) ain't a bad thing. Victoria Day weekend was a beauty this year! |
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| Only photo I took from Friday's SMH ride with Scott, Mark, John B., and King - a flat. Exciting stuff. |
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| Saturday's ride with Brian and Jason. Check out those panty lines! Is that a really wide thong Jason is wearing or Depends undergarment for being incontinent? He did wet himself once during the ride. |
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| Tower on top of Fortune. I was the middle man - Brian was ahead of me on the climbs, Jason behind. Perfect scenario for not having to try. |
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| Camp Fortune Ski Hill - trails were in great shape and work had been done on them. |
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| Brian |
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| Depends Undergarment Man |
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| Sunday was a 2 hr city tour with wifey and The Peanut in tow. |
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| I think this is the only stretch that wasn't littered with walkers and runners who took two lanes. Even with a 9 AM start the pathways were chock-a-blocked. |
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| Lots of baby geese out. |
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| Rolling through Experimental Farm - here they grow two headed cows and tomaccos. |
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| A Sunday ride would be a waste without coffee and cookies. The Peanut loves her chochy-chip cookies. |
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| Sunday afternoon was spent taking a dip in King's newly aquired pool. It was nirvana escaping the heat minus the wee penis. |
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| The Peanut working on her doggy paddle. |
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| Holiday Monday morning was spent knocking out a reverse loop of Fortune. John B. all fuzzed out. |
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| King draped over the handlebars like wet laundry riding up a particularly steep pitch on Fanny. |
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| Matt's dog Chance chased. |
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| It was Churchill's first mtn bike/trail ride Tuesday morning. Seven months old and full of beans this dog can keep up! |
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| Well, almost full of beans. It was pretty warm at 9 AM (mosquitoes are preparing to be in full force very soon) and everytime we stopped he laid down in the middle of the trail and I gave him a drink. I really didn't know what to expect with him on the trails as he is still young, full of piss & vinegar, and his re-call isn't the best yet. However, he did amazing and was a natural. He stayed behind me, always kept close enough (but not so close to run into me if I stopped quickly) and responded so well. |
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| New signs out in SMH look great. Churchill christened a couple with one legged salutes. I wasn't sure how I was going to feel after 140 + kms on Sunday and RoTD, but I was surprised how spunky I actually felt. |
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| I was tempted to let him jump into the lake/swap but it was pretty dirty. I'll be looking for better swimming spots. |
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| I won a new pair of Giro gloves from a draw prize from RoTD on Sunday. Whoot! Not bad - comfy, grippy and light. Best $20 I've ever spent on a bike event - registration, feed zone, free cookie, bbq and draw prize. Whoot! I feel like I owe them money for such a good time. |
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| My only beef is that there is no velcro closure dealie. Meh. They're free so I ain't complaining. |
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| Church liked them - good patting gloves. |
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| To prove I was feeling good I went out, after dropping Church off, and did a 65 km loop of the Park. Two ride Tuesdays! |
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| I showed up wearing baggie shorts amongst skinny, lycra clad roadies. I did strip the baggies off after getting shunned - I'm standing in line and no one is talking to me as I sip my coffee. Bastards. |
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| I had to add this photo of Rodd. It's his photos who I poached off without permission. Maybe if I put up an image of him he won't beat me up with his long, gangly roadie arms and thrash me about with his jet black Ramone-like hair. |
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| The dam of 'Ride of the Damned'. |
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| Damn my vanity. When I had the Jet 9 built last year I had them use pink nipples. They all have been breaking. Junk. I swapped them all at for brass, but when I did so I did not reapply new linseed oil or spoke prep and as a result they backed off ten minutes into a ride. Left the rear wheel all noodly. I also but a ding into the Crest - these are not built for techy, rocky, rooty trails under a 210 lb carcass. |
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| The Bearded One at Tall Trees built be up a new wheel with an Arch (and did a stellar job mind you!). I've run these in the past and for me they are bomb-proof and still light. This time with brass nipples. |
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| Now that I've become a Twit I spend time reading the mass amounts of crap that gets posted up. Who cares if you're drinking a soy latte? Every now and then you can run across a gem though. Surly had a little contest a while back - you had to write a Haiku with the word "steel" in it. I sent in a couple and won me some stickers! Titz! |
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| Day VI began by meeting Dicky, Aaron and Dave out in the middle of nowhere to go ride Wilson's Creek. I never did see a creek or Wilson, but I did manage to see lots of hills and my front tire as it was pointed up approximately 5000 ft of them (hills that is). |
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| No creek, no Wilson seen. |
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| The first kick to the gnads came right from where we parked and had a nine mile (yes, my Canuck readers, I said "mile") climb. It was all on road and pointed straight up. Just what the legs needed at the end of a week long road trip. Aaron and Dave in the background grinding it out (but not each other). |
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| Treacherous and precarious stream crossing on a long piece of steel. This is the only shot of Dicky I have. I can say he attempted to stick his weiner in Curvy Butt's mouth again though. |
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| "It's just a little climb, a down, another short climb . . . " and so on. All the "it's just a little climb" bullshit really added up. |
