MUSTACHES , DH BIKES, AND SNOW

Since my last post many things have happened.

Mr. Seb Kemp Gave me his sweet Black Market Hard Tail which I promptly used to launch myself directly onto my head dislocating a rib.

After recovering from the rib I was super anxious while awaiting my new DH bike. My buddy Cam lent me his Kawasaki 250F and we went up to Pemberton for a day of moto.

When I was a kid I used to ride a lot of moto but I was blown away with the types of trail that Cam took me on. Imagine the steepest gnarly DH trail on your bike than imagine pinning it up that hill on a moto going what felt like a million miles an hour. I was surprised how Wet roots on a moto are just as slippery as a dh bike, they laid me out more than a few times. Was rad, If I had more time on my hands I would love to get a moto again.

This Past weekend Rob an I headed over to the Island for three days of Mega serious dh riding. Not having a DH bike the last month I have been riding mainly XC. I even managed to drag Robbie boy out for a few xc rides. Anyways off to the Island with my new Evil Revolt DH bike.

Unfortunately mother nature wasnt cool with us shredding amazing trail all weekend and decided to just dump everywhere on our merry lil dh vacation. Prevost was covered in snow and it made for some pretty wild riding.

So we got snowed out which kinda sucked but we still made the best of the weekend. Hung out with drew-bar and spent our evenings lounging about the local ymca swimming pool. Unfortunately I had already shaved off my mustache. I would have looked pretty rad with my speedo and mustache. Oh well always good to have something left to strive for.

Me on borrowed everything

Im awesome

So been a bit of a rough summer. Haven't updated the old blog in a while.

Felt like I started the summer really strong this year. My squat thrusts had perfect form. My bicep curls were at an all time high, and my riding was doing pretty good too.

But than it all crumbled . I got a bad concussion at one of the earlier fluid ride cups this year and ever since than I feel like I just cant stay on my bike. With a two broken hands, a broken toe, another bad concussion, and now dislocated rib, I can honestly say feel like I might be coming out of it.

I have good feelings for next year and Cant wait to get my new bike. The Intense M9 . I got a new Black Market Hard Tail courtesy of Mr Seb Kemp which I am going to use to master my DJ hucks in the newly sculpted vanier Dirt Jumps .

Bring on the Winter

Me getting awesome

Couple of Pics from this past Season

Shredding in Squampton

The Morning started with a flash. I could here the pounding far off in my head, but i was unable to wake from whisky in-duced sleep. The pounding got quickly got louder, slowly tearing me away from my haze of dreams. I opened my eyes, staring up at the paint and cob-web covered ceiling. However the pounding noise of my dreams started again. Damn door I thought. I awkwardly got out of my bed , my whole body aching for more sleep. The person pounding on the door sounded like they were giving it one last series of slightly louder blows before giving up. I forced my legs to carry my up the flight up stairs out of my dank basement dwelling. I darted across the dining room and in one smooth motion I reached for the door and whipped it open. The stranger who was so persistently knocking had turned there back to the door, obviously giving up on it being answered. The man all of a sudden spun around sensing my presence. We locked eyes only for a second before both springing into action. He exploded at me like a grenade swinging a wild left hook . The stranger was surprisingly quick but not quick enough, I had already anticipated his next three moves and countered with a step to my right side and a quick Jab to the mans solar plexus, crumpling him over at the waste. I followed my strike up with a dive bomb punch to the back of his exposed neck. The man began to fall to the ground but before he hit I swiped him up by the ears, aligning his head for a well placed knee strike right to the tip of his nose. The mans face popped like a apple stuffed with a fire cracker. I let go of his body letting it slump down into the doorway. In my peripheral vision I picked up more movement out on the street . It was another man quickly approaching, but this man was different. Unlike the this previous visitor, his shoulders were relaxed, a casual snap in his stride. This new visitor obviously had a different agenda than my previous visitor.

He rounded the bush to my stairs and bounced up the flight towards me. He raised his eyes to meet mine. It was my good buddy Dan Gongross and he was here to go ride some Mountain bikes.

And so we did..... in Squamish.....and it was awesome