One thing about spring-time- I'm always iffy on the bike. I'll pull up short at those little bridges, balk at wee drop-offs, and teeter uncertainly on logs. Last weekend, I roared up to a log, and instead of hopping up and over it, I essentially nailed it with my front tire. It's like my brain has to specifically remind my body at each step, now you do this- now you do this... God! POPPA-WHEELIE YOU IDIOT!
Last Saturday we were up on the North Shore (I could say Seymour Mtn, but it's so less sexy), and we ventured onto this black diamond trail we had absolutely no business on. There was this step section of logs that culminated in a maybe 5 foot drop. No, neither of us have bikes that should be doing that. Anyway, since I nailed myself on the top tube while doing almost nothing, and since Kate so helpfully captured me on camera- I thought I'd share my ignomy with you. You can see my little feet trying to brake... My smile tells you I wished I hadn't done that!
And a few more pics (click to enlarge them) -I kayaked around Stanley Park on Sunday. I thought I'd go disaster touring, and check out the storm wreckage. There is still about a 100 foot section of the seawall blocked off by downed trees and mud. Hopefully it will be cleared away soon.
