Don't be late!

Great times once again.. roaming around the west coast. My favorite little trails (and people), are always great reminder of the fun to be had on bikes (waiting to fuel the soul).  We won't write here, how much fitness was lost moving to city, and wiggling myself out of bed at 5am to ride TT course  around High Park is something to be desired.

Camping out north of the city, endless mission to find dirt

The trails in this area are excellent training grounds; with navigation skills (learned from adventure racing), decent landmarks (power lines top, access road and river and trail map +inReach) makes riding alone fun. The big cats still are....BIG CATS! who have amazing physique that allows for great leaping, short sprinting (as fast as 72km/hr), successfully fighting off grizzly bears in their defense, excellent swimmers and are ambush predators who range many miles in any direction to feed....
....humans by comparison, suck. We suck because of the immense quantity of clear cut logging (and many other reasons) leave cats in search for new territory, like your backyard or shopping mall.

Humans Suck!

I was cracked Buddha after riding my hard tail bike on the North shore in the pouring rain. Certainly rare beauty to be seen on the shore, a lesson in survival (the seat-up in your chest) and without good fitness/flexibility may not have be so fun.  I didn't die and learned to ride technical cross country single track thanks to Endless Biking. Instructor Darren gives very clear, meaningful instructions and explanations on how to navigate difficult terrain. 

Coming home to Ontario no big deal, riding smoother than ever before! Bike grips like a BC cat on trail. The "Ontario" odd rock garden still has me confused.  Short race beat down feels like a snow plowing dirt (pretty loud hissing, whining for a moment), but I make it count every time.

Great View from Hornby Island