Sorry kids for the extreme lack of content on here as of late. Here is hoping things will get better soon. We summoned a Buddhist healer from Nepal to straighten things out. The only issue is he is deep in the mountains and our interns were dispatched to find him, and between you and me. Our interns are pretty fucking stupid. So here is hoping Tuesday we can roll on fat tires again Buddhist healer or not...
Thursday, February 15, 2018
With possible job changes in the works and going on now for over a month now it was a short return back to the valley as I had an appointment in the early afternoon. This ride almost didn't happen but I forced myself out the door knowing I would only be about an hour or so.
In the end, it was worth the effort. Mill Creek pool to the north side of the river where some sketchy singletrack was ridden in part to it being laced with footsteps. A lot of the trails ridden today (which really weren't that many) were in the same condition. No bike traffic and laced with walkers. I came back via Old Timers and Blue Man.
Nothing too great today. A ho-humm ride where I had no great vibes about being back at home. Could my mind be elsewhere? Only the bike God's know...
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
What is it about the beer review photos and my absolute lack of giving a fuck in taking them? Could it be I've exhausted all my efforts in finding a good spot to take them in the vicinity of LB headquarters? Think that is the issue right there. How many beer reviews have been done here at the same location and only a small handful have been out to a remote location away from headquarters to get the bottle (can) shots.
Sometimes when out on a picture excursion I will take them with me and have no inspiration and come home. I'm weird like that. It's happened countless times. Pack the camera, some treats and off for a two hour drive searching for something and finding nothing. It happens at least once every set home. The few times it does happen and I get the photo inspiration there will be a photo dump on here. Could it be the comfort of the Jeep that makes me not want to get out? An odd thought as Jeeps are supposed to inspire exploring. Yet in the end, it's a douchebag car company so it's all about the owner being happy so he will buy another.
Bridge Brewing Company is from Vancouver. Perhaps the greatest city in Canada. They literally have it all. Mountains. An unbelievable nice city (although I've never been but some guy in Seattle told me it was nicer than Seattle.) Mountain biking galore! And some extremely affordable property.
This brewery opened in two thousand and twelve making it one that this blog is older. Not really sure how that is a good point but I was just excited to read that. Remember kids. Lonebiker. Circa 2009. Their Grinch beer is an obvious Christmas seasonal one. I missed the boat on reviewing this donated brew when I should have, I truly am sorry.
We poured and a red darkish one emanated from the bottle. A lightning flash of a head showed that was huge and I thought we would be doing some intern firing but soon. Poof! It was gone. Quite amazing. It smelled of darkened cherrywood (is cherrywood a thing?) and toffee. The first taste was that of a darkened hard coffee mixed with toffee. A bit of a bitter taste comes as you also get black liquorice and chocolate liquor to round it out.
This beer gets 3.5 suds out of 5
Friday, February 9, 2018
Back to another Friday beer posting, written on my first day off the bike after some pretty good rides. With lots of snow and blowing and blizzard like conditions I'm hoping tomorrows ride will be quite amazing. Although it will be hard to top yesterdays ride from Cameron Heights to Fort Edmonton. I should have ridden today but decided to clean up Lonebiker headquarters instead, aka the den, aka the beer testing headquarters.
Hence.. It was a very boring day.
De Halve Maan brewery I'm assuming comes from France. Just give me a second, I'll look that up on my Google Mac machine. Is that even a thing? Probably. Who cares. Wow! Belgium. I was way off.. Well only about a country off cause France is right next door. With the French being so close it makes sense as I'm sure there is a big influence in Belgium. What does Belgium have to offer the world? Chocolate? Don't most of the european countries do that? *keep in mind kids, I have no idea what I'm talking about so just move on to the rest of the review and for the love of God, don't get offended!
It poured a burnt orange with a powerful head that literally blew one of the new interns head clean off due to the magnitude of the awesome. Give us a minute so we can clean this mess up. Ok, we are back. It was an impressive pour and now a nice touch of lacing sits on the top and sides from the head that was there. The beer head is what I'm talking about. We already removed the body from the beer lab.
Sorry about that. It's just what happens in the high paced world of beer reviews. The first few sips were not overwhelmingly amazing by any means. It felt empty and watered down on the first taste. I can get a citrus taste from this one. Other notes are of old toffee kept in a windowsill over a few weeks in July. In the end not incredible but not terrible.
This beer gets 3 suds out of 5.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
Welcome to Beer Friday, the two-thousand and eighteen edition. Wait...? What's that? We did a few reviews in 2018 already? Well those were written in two- seventeen don't you know? As you can tell I have absolute zero to talk about in this intro. With a possible big change happening with work this is all that has plagued my mind. So when this is posted, I'm not sure where I will be now.
Brewsters has been around in the Edmonton area for a long time. I think their website says 1989. Now that's impressive. If you haven't been I recommend you go. It's a family restaurant with a pub that serves quite a few of their handcrafted beers. That combined with great food makes it a good place to target for a night out. I am pretty sure they are all over Alberta by now.
The pour was that of a strong murky looking liquid that had the look that it would slap it's own grandmother if she gave him attitude. A small amount of lacing didn't last only for a few spots that would not go away. A smell of strong alcohol and black cherries rose from the glass. At 11.5% we were well aware that this one may kick our ass. The interns had to coax me out of the corner. I was a mess. The first sip was what we expected. A strong slap to the face, the high alcohol content was more than evident. Let it be known. This is not a drink for the average chump. Although the alcohol is present it is masked by flavours of malty bread and dark toffee. Overall the flavour is quite nice.
This beer gets 4 suds out of 5
Sunday, January 28, 2018
A meet up with Gord on a cold day with the fresh snow still being a dominant factor in the mighty valley.
Mill Creek was the main player as we set out from the high side pool parking lot and moved onward to Earthshaker. The loose snow from lack of traffic was the evil player making every climb pretty much unclimbable. Gord had more issues on his plus bike Stache as I had more traction but once the grainy loose snow was hit on almost any climb it was pretty much game over.
The trails got better on the lower singletrack sections as there was lots of traffic.
We moved onward and upward to the high side singletrack where my frustrations were quickly lost. It was incredible up there. They call that the Trap? Eh, who cares. That trail has been around forever and will never lose its lustful vigor.
Once down we exited Mill Creek for a quick run in the Old Timers area. The trails were loose yet rideable. Definitely a lot better than my trip after the blizzard.
Back in Mill Creek we rode down a very snowy and sketchy Blue Man where I was surprised that people haven't been on it. In the end, a good ride. Squeaky pedals that I fixed late last week are starting to make their return which made me a bit bitchy.
The ride ended. Fist bumps were had and a small firework display went off. All in honour of the Brethren.
Friday, January 26, 2018
What was only under seven kilometres which felt more like forty-five after a heavy amount of snow fell on my little valley overnight. I had hoped to make fresh tracks but only a section of Old Timers was open. Other fat bikes were out which made me oddly quite happy. The rest of the trails (which weren't a lot) had walking tracks on them which made me quite angry. What's wrong with me?
I did get West Coast Trail all to myself which was great. Everything was all good besides the climbs where it took my poor Dillingers no time at all to skid out. Even with low PSI, I was dead to the climbs all ride. The rest of the ride was mostly granny geared and some serious pedal mashing was had.
Not what I hoped for today hearing there would be snow but I don't care. This is still too awesome.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
What is this? The fourth or fifth ride of this young year and and I'm ready to post it up as ride of the year. That's right. The voting is over. This one right here takes the cake. I'll send an email reminder for late December so I don't diss this when me and the executives choose the best rides.
Was it the good mojo that stuck around after Jason's meet up? As good as it was there were a few hiccups. Poor clothing was chosen and I froze a bit too much as I never even looked at the weather before leaving. The ride which started in Cameron Heights had a classic Lonebiker high heart rate panic attack right at the peak of the Staff College climb. After throwing my helmet off and settling myself down I was good for the rest of the ride. It's been a while since I had one of those. It was so much fun! That feeling of possibly dying alone on the trail in the snow. Well, at least that's what my head is telling me.
After the climb Go trail was ridden. The snow is still in great condition aside from a few ice spots in the places you don't want ice. The steep punchy climbs and descents mixed with some spin outs occurred and I have been having a hard time trusting my front tire lately. Spots with fat bike ruts were in the worst possible spots as always so I rode them high and away feeling my tires slide down the ice. Some good ass puckering was had.
I spent a little time in Terwillegar and soon crossed and rode Flat Pete. A coffee break was had on the the Sexy Fort Edmonton bridge where I contemplated a Fort Edmonton loop where I would avoid Selkirk or push it to Laurier and take Hawerlak back. As the cold crept in I chose the shorter route.
I skipped Flat Pete on the return to make a rare visit to the original trail in the Oliskew area. Back in Terwillegar the out of body experience happened and the singlecrack cocaine kicked in heavily. It was unreal. I finished on Go trail where I gave it the title of best trail in Edmonton. Blame the junky side of things for that.
The long climb back to Cameron Heights finished a perfect day. A shame I didn't bring warmer riding gear.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
After a very rare event, which was me sending an invite to the Brethren members on group text aka 'The Brethren Bat Signal' Jason took the bait. With such short notice Gord and Kent could not make it. I was devastated. It was all made up when Jason had a planned Hardcore Bikes group ride tonight and ditched it to ride with 'LB' as he put it. Now that I think about it, is that an acronym for 'Loser Bitch?' If so... Hey!
We started in Mill Creeks upper pool parking lot. A quick steep drop in where I slid into a log and could not get proper footing to get going again. I was off to a fantastic start. The bottom was met with a cute couple having an illegal fire right off the trail. I blew a snot loogie in a salute. I'm sure they were smitten.
Blue Man Group took us out and Dirty Mattress, West Coast Trail, and Old Timers were all ridden where I had very loose control of my bike and was all over the trail and off the trail at times. That combined with a pedal squeak that came back in full fury. Jason sauntered on as Jason does, unencumbered. There is a guy who loves to ride bikes.
The squeaking came and went throughout the ride. We eventually found Kinseman and climbed and descended up and down like a man with tourettes without all the yelling. The snow conditions were quite nice and other than me not finding my groove in the beginning I finally learned how to ride a bike. Other than a bad lack of fitness on the climbs.
Jason had his first east side bridge crossing on the sexy new Walterale and of course was impressed. I mean really... That bridge is pretty kick ass.
Mill creek was met again after coming back on the Low Level. The high side was ridden, Ridgerunner? That the trail? Hmm... Anyways it's been a while since I've been on that.
In the end, great ride. Will see about a full brethren ride before I go back to God's country.