Saturday, March 17, 2018

Snow Day Fascination

Another roll before everything starts melting and turns to complete garbage. Today fresh wet snow was falling adding to the nostalgic awesome that is the river valley. I mean... Could it get any better down there? Right from day one when I had my steel hard tailed Rocky Mountain Altitude I was obsessed with the valley.

Today was a bit of a continuation from yesterdays trip. Not before a hard wipe out on EMP blast. You know.. Someone should really make that trail safer. Bah ha ha ha! I kill me.

Yesterday I had wanted to head up in deep east Laurier and climb out and ride Mackinnon but my legs said no. Today, from Kinseman to Hawerlak I crossed and rode that bitch. The legs screamed from yesterday but I pressed on. The Mackinnon singletrack was ridden and that is where the ride high hit. Everything was cleared which added to the high.

Guys.. Have I ever mentioned how riding singletrack is akin to smoking crack or shooting heroin?

Don't look at me like that. Cause it is, and you know it.

Fuckin ridin bikes. It's the best.

I rode up well, pushed my bike up the museum hill not cause of the legs but cause of mud on an exposed part of the river valley. We are going to get lots of that now so please do the right thing and not ride the muddy trails. Especially on a fat bike. That's just dumb you fools!

The Groat Road Rollercoaster or whatever it is called now was ridden in reverse for the first time in my life. With that new addition it was quiet awesome and that will not be the last time it is ridden that direction.

Naturally a visit to my old flame Victoria happened and I was again in awe. It is amazing how you can drop into areas of the river valley and find yourself in a Narnia like state. It's hard to explain if you have never been there. I think it's time to rekindle an old romance with Victoria's Secret. She was simply amazing today.

this is why monday-friday morning/ afternoon rides are so much better

Friday, March 16, 2018

An Appetency For Fat Tires


Ugh... My caps lock was stuck on. See what I mean? Awkward... Even in writing things.

Thanks for telling me guys, could of tapped me on the shoulder and given me a whispered 'hey there bud, might want to check your caps lock.' But no... Oh wait.. I write this and then it's posted. See? Not only awkward but a bit slow.

The trails were quite incredible for mid March. A mix of paved and singletrack was the order of the day. Sore legs from working on a drag line in Genesee kept me away from the hills which pushed up the km's I guess.

Not a lot to report. An incredible ride today. Best of the young year? Perhaps. Every moment on the bike was like a dream state. Why do bike rides do that sometimes?

I rode the Wolf Willow singletrack after much contemplation in the ravine. It was a very smart choice as opposed to the latter which is the multi use. The bike was phenomenal today. I think at the end of the season you feel the nostalgia of the fat bike a bit stronger.

With warm weather coming, it's hard to say how many more rides will be on the wide tries and that saddens me in a way.

The ride ended on River Valley Road as the legs and body didn't want any part of the ice on the return via Emily Murphy.

spring is here, a turn around on skyline as things got muddy, don't ride muddy trails kids. 

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Beer Friday. Trou Du Diable, Shawinigan Handshake

Greetings from the past. This should be posted at the end of my first stint on a new job or after the first week of my second stint.. . I don't know if I am working two straight weeks or one due to training. So I have no idea when this will be posted. Are you still with me? That's great! Other changes to the Beer Friday spectacular will be two posts per month instead of three as it has been all last year. It was more fitting to do three in camp to post every Friday and then my last day but I don't think how that would make sense now. It might even come to being posted once per month.

I have no idea what will happen, I am doing these ahead of schedule as I have done all year because I don't know what is happening.

Now that I have lost the entire audience we are doing a beer named after a famed incident when a former Prime Minister of Canada choked a protester in his hometown of Shawinigan Quebec. It was quite the spectacle as he choked him and knocked out a tooth and started going after another before the RCMP went after the protesters. The bottle which features Jean Chretian and for any reason only God knows why our beloved Canadian hockey dickhead, Don Cherry. I would honestly pay money to choke that man but that's just me.

At 6.5% this one pours a murky golden beer. It was a bit deceiving from the dark bottle as we thought it would be a dark one. That move made a couple interns pass out. Well played Trou Du Diable... Well played. It smelled of dank peach with a splash of citrus. With being a high alcohol content beer this one hides it well. The first sip was pugnacious which it even tells you on the bottle (how about that?). Late Fall grass and old fruits from your Grandma's garden round it out. All in all, this one is very good despite having to look at a cartoon picture of that douchebag on the bottle.

This beer gets 3.5 suds out of 5.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Downtown Bring Me Back Down

Ladder Bridge Crossing Roland from sherijumper on Vimeo.

An end to what seemed like an infinite number of days off. The rides will get quiet here for the next week as the first work rotation starts.

A ride from Mill Creek up into the city and through the LRT paved trails and back into the valley via the Capilano Bridge. The south side trails took me back although I avoided Caddy Shack (is that the name?) as riding it westward is tough and in the winter can be a tad on the brutal side.

I saw the Red Bull Crashed Ice (is that what it's called? sheeit...) setup and went on. The amount of people expected is insane and I am glad I will be nowhere near the area at the time. Although a bit tempting to see. The track looks quite steep and fast. A metaphor of how todays ride went.

Not quite.

Back in the valley I hit Andre's trail and could not think of the last time I had been there. The scene was incredible. At times I felt like I was in a Disney fantasy film and sadly realized I was just riding a bike in Edmonton.

Still... Nowadays, riding a bike in Edmonton. Pretty awesome.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Manic Monday

I love working a schedule where everyone works and I am off. The valley was all mine today from a ride from Emily Murphy to the Fort Edmonton loop, across the river and through Laurier. Mackinnon was visited ending an incredible day on the bike.

This one is picture heavy so I'll try and keep it light. The conditions were great weather wise. The ride started on some very sloppy multi use trail where I started thinking 'oh woe is me' and started considered texting my wife to tell her I was sad.

I pressed on and it snapped. Maybe the incredible what looked like a make believe world I was in was what changed my mood. Like a junkie getting a hit of heroin after a long drought I was alive. Again, while riding I wondered why people do hard drugs when they could simply ride a bike.

People are strange. Oh well. Back to the videos...

Loose Snow, MacKinnon. from sherijumper on Vimeo.

Saturday, March 3, 2018


I remember hearing a story about a guys neighbour shovelling his driveway one year during a major beginning of March snowstorm when the neighbour said to my friend "You know what about March, it comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb!" He then laughed at his stupid comment. I asked the guy if he grabbed his neighbour and curb stomped him for the dumb white guy neighbour comment. He wanted to but the guy had a family, plus they were neighbours so...

I don't know why I just typed that paragraph but today was a very typical beginning of March ride. A massive snowstorm that was supposed to come earlier finally showed up blanketing the valley in an unreal scene. It was quite awesome to be down there today.

As expected though even with a fat bike things were quite cumbersome to get through. I didn't even think of the singletrack and rode the multi use from Kinseman westward and eventually hopped out and crossed the river. Not in the mood to fight the snow I rode up into town with the intention of doing a Rogers Place pass with a sketchy LRT train follow back into the valley but like yesterday I just didn't have the gusto to do it.

Was it the uncleared downtown bike lanes? Gasp! How dare they! Actually I preferred them covered. It was fun blowing through them on a bike that was designed for doing just that. I could imagine the Twitter-sphere had it's share of complaints though. And if they did plow the bike lanes... My lord. Oh the humanity.

Instead of extending the bike ride I went back home. Not before an epic High Level crossing though! Why was it epic? Cause every High Level crossing is chumps!

Friday, March 2, 2018

Zero Drive Ride of the Eon

A ride that had big ride potential turned into somewhat of a raw deal as I had no gusto to ride. These things happen it was just odd after a short work week and last night's anticipation for a good long bike ride which at the time was weather permitting.

A rather large snowstorm was predicted to hit last night turning the valley into snowmagedden never even came close to happening. Not a big surprise as the weather people have the easiest job in the world. I'm thinking all that hair gel has wrecked their brains and now the networks let them get away with doing a piss poor job of predicting the weather.

That was only good news today although if it was snowing a bit it would only make things more magical. Which I could have used.

The ride from Mill Creek Pool to a sketchy pock marked Dirty Mattress was good up until Dirty Mattress. That kind of set the tone for the day and I did not really care to be on a bike (gasp!) The cold got to me and I pressed on with intentions of riding to Capilano via the South side river singletrack.

A very iced up lower Ewok river trail was the rallying cry to go have a nice warm lavendered epsom salt bath with candles a bottle of wine and an Enya c.d playing.

I crossed Dawson and went to the warm up shack in Dawson park where I thought I was alone but heard grunting banging scraping coming from there mens restroom. I didn't care to stick around to see if someone was having a health issue. The paraphernalia in the sit down area told me what I needed to know.

The set up for the Red Bull Crashed Ice (is that what it's called?) ruined my plans for my return on the north side. I was going to get pictures but there were already too many fan boys in the area so I left. Plus I just don't care sadly. I'm getting grumpier as I age.

The ride ended uneventfully like a bad Kenny G record.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Beer Friday. Dead Frog Brewery, Nutty Uncle Peanut Butter Stout

Hey kids, I don't know exactly what is happening as I am moving on to a new job. I am writing this on days off like before to be posted when at work as I will be on a two week schedule because working Monday to Friday is for chumps.

I think I offended everyone with that statement but I don't care.. Think about it. It's true.

Lots of unknowns on this new occupations so we are not sure how it will affect the blog in regards to riding or the beer reviews.

We have Dead Frog Brewing from Aldergrove, British Columbia. A community close to Vancouver so can we just go ahead and call it Vancouver? Sorry BC. I know I am Albertan and that seemed uneducated and rude but I'm Albertan. I know you already hate me because we banned your wine all due to a big topic that lots of people are talking about.

What's that? You want my opinion? Ride more bikes and get along. Too many people are fighting now days.

So Dead Frog, yet another amazing brewery in one amazing province where I hope to move once my kids and wife leave. They started in two thousand and seven working out of humble beginnings they opened a new brewery the year after and never looked back.

The Nutty Uncle Peanut Butter Stout poured a very dark headless drink of what looked like mouth orgasmic pleasure. A small hope of lacing stayed on the top as if to say "ya bitch, we got this." The nostrils were filled with a toffee peanut butter malt crescendo. The first sip gave way to the beers title. Peanut butter, when more was had dark chocolate and roasted malts. This one reminds me of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. But it's beer!

This beer gets 4 suds out of 5.