Been spending most of this winter in the snow, holleuring at that, as it's been a good one. Currently sitting here waiting for it to officially be raining, pretending to be getting ready to ride bikes, but honestly I don't feel like getting muddy so I'm stalling. And I don't want to spend any effort cleaning up. Let's be honest I have no plans to ride today. But I'm looking at all these bikes in my apartment. There they are.
Rode a lot of lift-served bike park last year. DH bikes. Went to Whistler twice, which was as many times as in the previous five years. They figured out that building less-psycho tracks will make them more money than the super gnar. They still have the jaw-dropping bullshit for maniacs, but there is so much for gnar-adjacent old dudes now. Love it. I'm probably better than I used to be, and the bikes certainly are, but there are 25mph swoopy berm runs with tabletops that go forever now, and holy shit it's more fun than should be allowed. It is an absolute riot.
There's only one chairlift operation in the state, surprisingly. Stevens Pass. It's built by the same crew from Whistler, Gravity Logic, so it's dialed. They're in their fifth year of operation now, got a couple tracks that are worth riding all day (especially when work has free passes).
I'm not huge on drop bar bikes anymore, but I have been riding a ridiculous Raleigh Stuntman gravel bike around town. It's all brown everything, colors and logos lifted from the TV show Fall Guy (nobody gets the reference, changing the color for 2018). Reynolds 631, hydro discs, 1x11 cross drivetrain, and 50c tires. 50c! Been killing it on neighborhood shortcuts and potholed skreetz. I'm keeping it.
Whagwaan with the bikemans dem?