Mt. 7

 Thanks, Rob. That tree had it coming. Every time I'd ride by, it would say to me, "Hey, pencil-neck, bok-bok-bok!"

"You have taunted me once too many, Tree."

I do like to get my money's worth from brake pads. Metal on metal, baby. Good brakes are for cupcakes, and deceleration-trauma makes you stronger. Either stronger, of in pain for several days. It's all part of shredding. During the second (I'm gesturing air-quotes) dismount, I slammed both my legs into my handlebar. Ow! S'um'b!tch! The bar pulled my knee pad down, thus exposing flesh to earth. 'S alright, I got a tetanus shot a few weeks ago. Get this, Rob, I got bitten by a dog when in Fernie. Chomp! 'Little frigger. Ha! I ought to have thanked the owner, because I'm probably not going to get lockjaw anytime soon.

I do got me one o' them full-face helmets. Minus its visor, mind you. Me and a tree in Whistler last summer did some sparring. The tree won. I should probably get a new lid. Maybe some new armour too. *Shrug.*

Keep on shredding, good sir!

 dude.. VOD for sure.. that was sick!... and thanks for takin out that tree on Dead Dog.. saves me the trouble ;o).. fav'd. PS... maybe install some brakes, tighten up the knee pads, and get a full face :oD