Crashing out

While I did actually ride mountain bikes yesterday; downhill even, all did not go as planned. It would seem that at the advanced age of 38 it is somewhat difficult to just hop on the downhill bike and go bang off an epic descent for the second ride of the...

One fish, two fish, red fish, red fish?

I am on vacation.  For real. In Nelson. Today I have nothing planned – and no ambition. It is quite awesome! My apologies to certain members of my family with whom I had made plans, and then cancelled. I should have been more clear about that last night....

Shuttle?

I understand that bike stories on this blog have become a rarity. Thus, even though not much happened while riding Forbidden Plateau here in the Comox Valley last night, I felt obliged to report on the ride. Chris fetches the post ride bevvies.  Good job Chris! I...

Off the back

Off the back.  The term used to identify when, in road bike racing, you get dropped from the group/peloton. As I have not ridden bikes in a month, I should not have been surprised today that I was off the back. I also had to nurse my lower back through the ride,...

Cross Roads

As the title of this post indicates, I feel I am at a cross roads in life.  Or very likely I have just passed one, given the changes both internal and external that are continuing to unfold. This past weekend was the Vancouver Island Music Festival. My third. It...