So Friday night comes rolling along, and my buddy Aaron is back in town so its time to bike. First we grabbed some shovels and rebuilt a hip at the local abandoned high school. Pretty fun session, and a group of groms show up to stand around and swat flys while alternately complaining about their drivetrains and scamming me for a job at the shop. So we cram them into Aarons van like mexicans (no offense to any real - life mexicans) and head off to the place where for the last 2-3 years, there has been 1 half-assed dirtjump and the beginning of a dirtpile for a second hit. A bitchin sweet pile of nice soft dirt has been dumped by the city in the path where we are planning to dig.
2 hours and a frenzy of shovelling and wheelbarrowing steez later, we have the makings of a pretty sweet second jump. It's dark, everyones hungry, and I'm drunk off my ass because the beer store was closer than the water store. Enough for today.
Saturday morning, up at the crack of noon and I drive down to meet up with the boys again. Fewer mexicans today, but still a solid group.
5 minutes into shovelling, a m-f'in caterpillar 980 comes burning into the lot. Show's over we all figure, the city has come to shut us down and squish our puny efforts from last night. Faces are falling, shovels dropped in disgust.
cat operator, and I quote "can I play too?"
It's on folks…
Aaron directing traffic:
Thumbs up while grabbing his nuts to impress upon the cat driver just how awesome he totally is:
Drop-in's comments on rupert kids being hair farmers….still true:
Willy on the first hit.
Aaron on his approach.
Aaron leaking protein. Stylin shorts, the latest from Mace bicycle clothing.
The landing of the second hit ended up being a bit long, a couple complete nose cases later we decided to move it in a foot or two…
anyway. no pictures after we started hitting it because, we were hitting it. thats my super long dirt jump story from this weekend.
son of a stromatolite !
