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| There's climbing in them thar hills. |
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| Marsh near Lac Brown. White bars? Yep, they were in the schwag bag we got back in 2008 from the BC Bike Race. Keeping the fat bike build as economically affordable as possible I ended up putting as many 'spare parts' on it that I had in the workshop. Normally much too high rise for my liking, but with the stem flipped and a negative rise and the right amount of spacers I've managed to have a comfy ride position. |
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| Ice Fishing. |
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| *Photo tip of the day*: when creating a panorama image in Photoshop, wait to fuck with the sky after you've merged all the photos, not before. |
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| That's the problem with riding alone, there's never anyone to push me on the 'ol rope swing. That's the price you pay when you're really slow and nobody likes you. |
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| Only came across one axe wielding maniac on the trail . . . and some snowshoers. |
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| Mmmm, left-over cold pizza. If I had more time I would have started a fire in the pit to heat my lunch. |
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| Shhhhhhh! Don't tell no body where I rode! Freak'n best snow ride of the season for me. Trails were amazing. Lots of climbing paid back with lots of twisty, swoopy downs. |
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| Thought that I snapped a chain near the end of my ride when I heard a crunch and my pedal stroke slammed my nads into the top tube. Nope. Worse. |
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| I did a scan from above of the P15 parking lot searching for the No Compassion for Cyclist (NCC) cops before dropping back to Cross Loop Rd. Rumor has it some fat cyclists got busted Monday (on Family Day of all days!) out near P19. |
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| Now you know why they call me 'big ring'. Pfffft. |
