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That woodworking este muy bueno.

Thanks from afar from one of the old dogs who still rides...

There was and I'm sure there still is. No clue what it looks like now. Was often in a breached state, ie: holes cut in it big enough to pass bike and body through. 

Was an old shack there, too. Funny sitting on the porch of the shack with 10 guys, all PR'd to the hilt and nobody had any flame... grumpy!

Hope I don't retroactively get prosecuted for trespass :-)

I think the allure, at least to me was that it was sorta verboten to do it and no real consequences if you lost the lottery that night and got driven out. 

True event... Me: "Hey, I know you. I used to buy **** from you in the parking lot in high school. How'd you get this job?", Patrol guy: "Damn, you're right. Believe me, I want to let you ride out but you have to get into the truck and I'll drop you out at the gate"

The dark nasty rainy nights when you're freezing and would appreciate the heater in the truck?  Haha, no such luck :lol:

No chain yanking, i dont have time or inclination to do that. 

Anyhow, I haven't ridden that line in 24yrs... moved away to different pastures... but yes, of course, the Furry Creek rip was a staple for quite a number of us and it was a very savage ride with some of the more robust animals showing up for a 150km night time throw down.  Some funny moments the odd night getting busted by the patrol, getting a ride to the front gate ie: escorted out, your Polaroid being taken for 'the book', the patrol shed supervisor lambasting the Polaroidees and the parting words of 'same time next week?' getting tossed back at the supervisor. Priceless. 

Not sure how it all works now and how punitive or lenient they are in this age. The deal back then was vandalism on the logging equipment, not much else. Now I'm sure there's a lot more at stake given the way the world is.

Stoked that people still talk about this stuff. I really wished you could still ride a train to Pemby or Lillooet with your bike and savage your way back to NV. Savage people savage times... never gets old

Water taxi from the Cove to end of the Arm, ride to the McDicks in Squish to fill the jersey pockets with cheeseburgers, south down the highway to the golf course, up and over the height of land, free-for-all** getting back to the Skyride, across the top of NV, and back home via LV and Twin Bridges. 

I used to call it a good rip but modern specificity dictates it phrased more precisely. 

**details not be disclosed in a public forum

Haha that dorp2flat thing is so early nsmb knuckledraggy LOL. Nice reference.

Mic is bang on the money... old beat to hell print taped to the inside of my toolbox for the last 27 years. And yes, the wheels were orig and fully clapped.

Hang in there Tashi, injuries take time and the time you're redirecting/investing into your kid on bikes is one of the ultimate gifts.

I never rode a bike with my parents....ever. But my momma did me a few solid ones when I was a grom and came home with a few police auction bikes over the years.

I repaid her the favor later in life in the form of a 1959 Schwinn 24" cruiser I found in Eugene OR and went riding with her on a few occasions. Precious moments watching a 65+yo person (at the time) hop on a bike and laugh like a little mouthy grom.

Posted by: Stuminator

Got out today for a couple laps. It was very good. Good start to 2020, a fresh breeze was blowing & the sun was shining. We are spoiled to live in this part of the world.

Muy bueno. I have not ridden in a couple weeks and the arm chewing thing is starting to happen. I'll keep these +'ve thoughts in mind when I go for a rip tomorrow, even if it's car wash conditions on my fender bike.

Posted by: Mic

Posted by: Ned

Changes is inevitable but it's nice to see that after 16.5 years of this thread bouncing around, the core ride values have endured.

Thanks for keeping the lights on and the wheels turning.

Thanks for having it started back then. It really is inspiring at times qhen life seems to be a bit much....nothing beats a ride, even if just a short one, when life seems to get to us.

That was a funny time on this board, Mic. Lots of poo flinging, way less bike tech nerd stuff and a spectrum of trail politics led by numerous local hot heads. Good humor for the most part.

Fast forward to now and it's a new world. I'm lucky to still be able to ride and I consider it a gift every time I roll open the garage and throw a leg over a bike. Hope others see it or learn to see it that way.

Keep up your good energy Mic, this place benefits from your balanced insights.

Changes is inevitable but it's nice to see that after 16.5 years of this thread bouncing around, the core ride values have endured.

Thanks for keeping the lights on and the wheels turning.