Why do I hate whistler? Cuz it hates me.
My last trip for like....a long time. So it pisses rain. On run #4, derailleur gets sucked into back wheel, snaps in half, tears out a bunch of spokes...won't roll. Luckily it was right at the first berm on A-line at the top. So I carry it (bike won't roll cuz chain is TOTALLY jammed into cassette), up to the gondola to ride down. (Novel idea, eh Bryan?)
I get to the bottom, decide to rent a bike. (of course I go back to the car first and lock my bike in the Jeep). So I rent a "sweet" (snort) Kona Garbanzo with an 888. I firgure, "Hey I may as well see what all the hype is about. Well, they put 600# springs on their Konas. That is retarded. I got MAYBE 2 inches of travel.....and the crappy ass WTB tires would NOT hook up in the mud. The bike was close to unridable...Yes i know..."it's a poor musician" and all that.
So I did two runs on the Kona, and I meet up with Eric again (the guy with whom I drove up). We had parted ways because he flatted earlier. I finally see him again in the village....pushing his bike. He had torn HIS derailleur off too! He did it on his way down from the top of the mountain.... so he took a fire road down, which took him down to Whistler Creekside. He had to make his way back to the village along the highway...
Then it REALLY started to piss rain. We decided to pack it in at around 1:30.
Oh and did I mention, I didn't get an chance to go to the top of the mountain? 2 A-Lines, 3 Dirt Merchants. And that was all. And two of those runs were on a bike that was trying to toss me into the woods.
So screw Whistler, I say...Bromont....here i come....
My last trip for like....a long time. So it pisses rain. On run #4, derailleur gets sucked into back wheel, snaps in half, tears out a bunch of spokes...won't roll. Luckily it was right at the first berm on A-line at the top. So I carry it (bike won't roll cuz chain is TOTALLY jammed into cassette), up to the gondola to ride down. (Novel idea, eh Bryan?)
I get to the bottom, decide to rent a bike. (of course I go back to the car first and lock my bike in the Jeep). So I rent a "sweet" (snort) Kona Garbanzo with an 888. I firgure, "Hey I may as well see what all the hype is about. Well, they put 600# springs on their Konas. That is retarded. I got MAYBE 2 inches of travel.....and the crappy ass WTB tires would NOT hook up in the mud. The bike was close to unridable...Yes i know..."it's a poor musician" and all that.
So I did two runs on the Kona, and I meet up with Eric again (the guy with whom I drove up). We had parted ways because he flatted earlier. I finally see him again in the village....pushing his bike. He had torn HIS derailleur off too! He did it on his way down from the top of the mountain.... so he took a fire road down, which took him down to Whistler Creekside. He had to make his way back to the village along the highway...
Then it REALLY started to piss rain. We decided to pack it in at around 1:30.
Oh and did I mention, I didn't get an chance to go to the top of the mountain? 2 A-Lines, 3 Dirt Merchants. And that was all. And two of those runs were on a bike that was trying to toss me into the woods.
So screw Whistler, I say...Bromont....here i come....