That's what the course needed!
Norbar standing in the rock gap beating a dead horse while the women jumped over his head.
it begins now...SNOWSHOE WC BITCHEZ
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Norbar standing in the rock gap beating a dead horse while the women jumped over his head.
Do you have a contractual obligation which forces you to end up in a tank top?In talking to them afterwards, they weren't worried about it...at all. Again, they were visually imposing at first blush, and like Westy said, the whole track was new to all of them except Neko, Dak and maybe a handful of other "local" guys. Hell, Danny indicated he wasn't inititially thrilled with the course after the track walk, then started riding it and ended up not only liking it, but winning the fucking race.
Anyway, Peat and me really bonded over the stone phallice and banquet beers
Likewise, this chick was pretty enamored with my shirt (and my handsome visage one must assume), so we traded shirts...
Shit got weird...mistakes were made.
Asking for a friend...
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Look, if you're going to get banned from all future UCI events and from certain West Virginia gas station bathrooms, don't half ass it. Always go full Jackalope™
Anyway, since I'm not on insta (for reasons related to several pending legal matters), can someone ping Eddie and let him know I need my sweet shades back?
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And Jackalope you would have fitted nicely into our crew at the Kaprun Baumbar escapades at the beginning of this millennium.
Helping a certain South African rider into the over crowded and closed venue through the toilets window comes to my mind, destroying Rene Wildhaber's tent by crashing into it with a pit bike and him then ripping our makeshift course apart like a boss, spending the morning after at the spa of the 5 star hotel where we ofc did not have our rooms etc.
Ah, the days before social media and always on internet.
Helping a certain South African rider into the over crowded and closed venue through the toilets window comes to my mind, destroying Rene Wildhaber's tent by crashing into it with a pit bike and him then ripping our makeshift course apart like a boss, spending the morning after at the spa of the 5 star hotel where we ofc did not have our rooms etc.
Ah, the days before social media and always on internet.
It might not be too late for you to grab a morning after pill and a tetanus shot.
Survived. Made it home around 3pm, promptly took a nap. Currently on my second world cup recovery beer.
Also fuck @jackalope for being too busy slobbing peatys knob to come meet me.
Also fuck @jackalope for being too busy slobbing peatys knob to come meet me.
If you were at the post race pit party, I met you.
Tbh, i had no cell phone coverage and the only times we were in the condo was to shit and reload the booze. We should have predesignated a place to meet up and set things on fire.
i saw le jackalope (and subop and roflbox) in the woods on race day. it's where he got the sunglasses that he gave to eddie masters-from my buddy matt. that actually led to matt's daughter hitting eddie on instagram that afternoon and saying he had her dad's sunglasses and eddie meeting them in the village that night and giving her a giant bag of swag. well done!
i can't begin to break down the ridiculous experience that we had but it was epic. this shot (screenshot from the redbull broadcast) of my buddy steven at the finish with loic pretty much sums it up.
or maybe this one, of our icelandic friend skuli, who we discovered wrapped in course tape, dancing by himself at the front of the crowd at the afterparty. he didn't make it home until 5:30 that night after missing the turn to our road and walking halfway down the mountain.
i can't begin to break down the ridiculous experience that we had but it was epic. this shot (screenshot from the redbull broadcast) of my buddy steven at the finish with loic pretty much sums it up.
or maybe this one, of our icelandic friend skuli, who we discovered wrapped in course tape, dancing by himself at the front of the crowd at the afterparty. he didn't make it home until 5:30 that night after missing the turn to our road and walking halfway down the mountain.
Rad story about the shades! I seriously couldn't remember who gave them to me, but good to know it was your bro and it ended up with a swag bag for the young lady. Full win.
I was not in the pits. I found myself in a situation of uh, shall we say slightly impeded mobility so I was unable to make my way down the entire track.
Amateur
is it 2020 yet?
wasn't drinking related. smashed the shit out of my toes on a trail ride that morning. my big toe is currently purple. made it difficult to get up and down a mountain.
he watched...he just didn't hike down shit like this into the woods.
dude there wasn't even cell reception there. you must be thinking about malls and mcdonalds
there were plenty of those. i still chose hobbling. but even ebikes couldn't have cheated me up some of the steep sections on the DH track.
That pre race segment on Bruni & Pierron was so wholesomely bromantic.
"Oh Amaury, I don't like sand. "
"Oh Amaury, I don't like sand. "
In life, there are no mistakes, only lessons.In talking to them afterwards, they weren't worried about it...at all. Again, they were visually imposing at first blush, and like Westy said, the whole track was new to all of them except Neko, Dak and maybe a handful of other "local" guys. Hell, Danny indicated he wasn't inititially thrilled with the course after the track walk, then started riding it and ended up not only liking it, but winning the fucking race.
Anyway, Peat and me really bonded over the stone phallice and banquet beers
Shit got weird...mistakes were made.
Maybe you should have been drinking pre-ride to loosen up
Better late than never. @jackalope has already posted many/most of the good stuff. He neglected a few key points. I would echo that this was the best sporting event I've ever seen on basically every level. I will never miss another one that I can reasonably get to.
Recap:
We arrived mid afternoon Friday, having missed the qualifying action, we went for a ride and poached a few of the classics. Photo evidence of the first of many poor choices to come.
We then got blistering drunk and did unsafe shit including a night course walk which generated many pictures of near total darkness but nothing worthy of posting.
We rose with the sun, cruised the pits a bit then headed to the course rebar in hand to fight off the ladies.
Provided previously referenced fashion advice to one Eddie Fucking Masters with @roflbox and @jackalope. Guy was as cool as you'd think.
Highlight for me was meeting my all time hero, Peaty. As stated, he is everything right with DH and has impeccable taste in eyewear.
By the time we got to the bottom, we were shit housed. Sven and Boris became unfortunate targets (no pictures with Sven although he did swap out a lens to take selfies with us between riders which I expect will never see light of day). Boris was cool AF and a very good sport given he was taking pics of the last 5 guys coming down. None of us smoke (except Boris) but @meatboot had found these in the bottom of a box of gear last opened two years ago so what were we to do?
The pit fiesta afterwards was a blast. Commencal had beers for all and were generally a rad group of guys and gals (thanks boys). Had beers with Peaty and Greg and hijinx ensued. Greg asked to borrow @jackalops paleolithic dildo to harass Jordi who was hanging with the Syndicate guys. Someone tried to abscond with said dildo but Greg to his eternal credit reunited @jackalope with his precious.
That's all I got. My liver hates me (more) now.
Recap:
We arrived mid afternoon Friday, having missed the qualifying action, we went for a ride and poached a few of the classics. Photo evidence of the first of many poor choices to come.
We then got blistering drunk and did unsafe shit including a night course walk which generated many pictures of near total darkness but nothing worthy of posting.
We rose with the sun, cruised the pits a bit then headed to the course rebar in hand to fight off the ladies.
Provided previously referenced fashion advice to one Eddie Fucking Masters with @roflbox and @jackalope. Guy was as cool as you'd think.
Highlight for me was meeting my all time hero, Peaty. As stated, he is everything right with DH and has impeccable taste in eyewear.
By the time we got to the bottom, we were shit housed. Sven and Boris became unfortunate targets (no pictures with Sven although he did swap out a lens to take selfies with us between riders which I expect will never see light of day). Boris was cool AF and a very good sport given he was taking pics of the last 5 guys coming down. None of us smoke (except Boris) but @meatboot had found these in the bottom of a box of gear last opened two years ago so what were we to do?
The pit fiesta afterwards was a blast. Commencal had beers for all and were generally a rad group of guys and gals (thanks boys). Had beers with Peaty and Greg and hijinx ensued. Greg asked to borrow @jackalops paleolithic dildo to harass Jordi who was hanging with the Syndicate guys. Someone tried to abscond with said dildo but Greg to his eternal credit reunited @jackalope with his precious.
That's all I got. My liver hates me (more) now.
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You have managed to capture a magical cocksmoker in his natural environment. So rare, yet so important.
Can someone please PLEASE change @jackalope's custom handle to "magical cocksmoker"?
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Was there no bongshed on track?
it was in the WVA woods. the whole track was a bongshed. you just had to be out of sight of the state troopers. even then i'd guesstimate a 50/50 chance they'd even care. most of them seemed pretty interested in watching the race.
No freedom in that part of the woods?
I HAVE THE SAME RF JACKET.
that is all. carry on.
they were hanging out by the road gap. based on the number of kids there too, probably wouldn't have been the best idea for any shed monkies to burn one anyways. not that there weren't plenty of readily available woods anyways.
dug up a few more pics.
someone on a mondraker hitting the rock transfer of death during qualifying.
the view from the top of the (super blind) rock huck just above it
lip of the final container huck
@jonKranked grillin up a batch of killer wings
view from the casa. 'murica!
someone on a mondraker hitting the rock transfer of death during qualifying.
the view from the top of the (super blind) rock huck just above it
lip of the final container huck
@jonKranked grillin up a batch of killer wings
view from the casa. 'murica!