Yeah its loud, smelly and kind of obnoxious but hell ripping around on motorized kit is a ton o fun! Don’t get me wrong, after a good ride on the local trails with my pooch I feel like I have just finished a long meditation session. Actually I have no idea what that would feel like with my short attention span.
Its always been the gravity assisted component of biking that appeals to me. The pedal to the top of the hill is not always fun but always worth it, as pushing the limits on the down is the thrill. I can see the appeal with using an engine between the legs to get that same rippy feeling of carving and jumping on any flat or uphill terrain. In recent years I’ve seen a lot of friends get moto’s and skidoo’s with some not looking back and leaving biking for good. My passion for fun on the bike hasnt’ wained one bit! Sure, it might be a little harder getting myself out for a ride on a typical pissy January day, but I equate that more to my age and increasing desire for creature comforts. Not unlike any other guy (and many ladies) if I had more time, less work and alot more money my garage would be filled with more toys.
The other weekend Dave Hord from Outdoor Adventures in Whistler, invited Warwick, myself and recent Smithers transplant Wayne Goss to join him on a tour up Couger Mtn on the companys new sleds. Turns out our guide is Brian Cameron, director of West Coast Freeride Guides. With his girlfriend, that reportedly beats him on the high lines, Brian has got the lifestyle figured! Travelling the province hitting up all the primo trails in the summer, while spending his winter carving up the white stuff. I am more than a little envious, although as anyone who works in a resort town (or has) knows that the lifestyle comes at a price, Poco dinero.
Wayne being the the good old small town interior kid has spent some time on a sled, and it showed immediately. It was a blast trying to keep up to both him and Brian. Both on the singletrack going up the mountain and pinnin it wide open on the logging road coming down. After 5 minutes of being thrashed, the neurons connected and I realized I should stay off his stern a little more than I do when biking behind someone.
Brian is in the middle of an aborted attempt to get up over the small trees on the left. Just not enough ponies under the hood. We spent some time playing in this bowl and going for the high line on this steep hill. As most pics taken in flat light this one looks, well flat. What a blast going full throttle up the hill and then getting the sled on edge to make the high turn and carving back down. Way easier than the lake bed. As Wayne pointed out later, I need to use more arms next time and not just hips.
The next weekend a bigger group of us headed out to Richmond to rip at the indoor kart track. Thurs nights feature an enduro race, full hour of bumping, sliding and general carnage. Putting his Rally skills to work, Warwick set the fast lap time. I managed to take out three girls from another group in just one corner pass. I swear a guy from their group gave me that highschool stare, “I’ll see you outside later”.
Thank be God that it has stopped raining every day. I am enjoying chasing my shadow down the local loamy trails once again.
Going Biking!!! Colin