These People Are GOOD People

“These people are GOOD people!” I commented to a friend just arriving at our latest shindig.

“THEY are why we ride!”

It isn’t just about the trail, or the tail gating, or the adventures that await when we head towards the trail or drop in, it is the relationships that go beyond. The family, the camaraderie, the care we give each other. The laughs, the tears, the hugs, the trail maintenance, the tech support, the spare tubes, the chain lube, the shot blocks, the shots, the advice, the ear, the silence…all these things are why we do it!

These people go beyond acquaintance status. They are family. We hold each other up when family members are struggling with health issues, we hold each other when we experience loss – or just share a cold beer at our home away from home in quiet understanding when things are tough.

These people are the ones who will dance party in the living room, share stories around the campfire and look at the stars, or meet even just a short loop after work before the days get too short.

These people are GOOD people. NO, they are GREAT!

As Sista Sledge sang, “We are family!” They are why we keep on keepin’ on.

Cheers!

Letting Go

When I first started riding a bike I felt like the world opened up before me. Endless possibilities were now becoming realities. All areas of my life were affected.

Physically I was becoming more “fit” than ever, my relationships were healthy, fun loving, supporting and adventurous, Gary and I opened up our shuttle van and home to countless biking friends – more like family – and I learned how to “let go”.

Letting go on the trail enough to trust the bike to get me through a technical section, letting go of the stresses of the day while pedaling to the top of the ridge, ready to fly down it tension free, letting go of responsibilities like ‘doing the laundry’ to get outside and play, letting go enough to laugh with wild abandon at the crazy adventures we were sharing with like- minded people.
 

Biking became my therapy.

It is an integral part of the formula which makes up a happy and healthy life. The importance of sharing this with others has become a predominant theme. Maybe a little much at times, I want people to find the love that I have found ever since Gary invited me to ride bikes with him 7 years ago. Seven is a magic number. This summer marks my 7th anniversary of getting back on the bike.
 

When I first started riding a bike, I felt the world open up before me.

Endless possibilities await! Now, we dress out of the laundry basket more often than out of the dresser as we are running out the door with bikes and gear ready to drop in on the next adventure that awaits us.

August may be drawing to a close, but Fall rides await!

Cheers to the Memories

As I was working on the photo selection for this website, I scrolled through countless of what we call, “archive photos.” Some of those pictures never make the traditional post ride Facebook posting – you know the saying, “what happens at Whistler, stays at Whistler,” but many do make the cut, and all bring back fond memories and humorous quotes. The difficulty is selecting which picture(s) to use. I didn’t even scratch the surface on this preliminary go around, but I did have a lot of chuckles, and even a few tears, as I kept smiling and saying aloud, “Oh, I remember this! This is when…” and “Aaah, that was the trip that….”

This process has reaffirmed my belief in our mission to spread the joy of the great outdoors by sharing our love of mountain biking with you. It is not just about the ride – although that is a huge part of it – but it is about the experiences you share. A photo can trigger a memory of the people you were with – but even more is held in that snapshot of the day. It’s all inclusive of the random riders you meet at the trailhead while gearing up or dropping in (some of who will become good friends and others the faces you will see again and again on various rides), the parking lot before and after the ride sharing a beer or comparing blood, the encouragement you hear from other bikers, the sayings that develop as a result of the ride like, “It’s not a ride ‘til there’s blood.” And the countless quotes that will live on in infamy, “That was the best hike I ever took my bike on,” “Look, another ROCK!”, and “Sure, we can squeeze in one more!”

The hero dirt we worship, the support we give one another along with the sh** we dish out, the good natured camaraderie, the night rides while Whidbey practices “touch and go’s,” the like-minded people who appreciate and anticipate a good ride, a new drop, conquering a technical section…. The moments when you all crowd back in the van comparing stories, the smell of your own sweat now out-smelling that of the dogs, PRBs, the common flask, heading to Casa Que Pasa or Porterhouse, just one more trip up to A-dog – (What? What margaritas?).

We are truly blessed, and while our group is ever evolving, the core is still there riding strong as family. Inviting in new riders and welcoming returning compadres. No one likes to miss a ride, and sometimes life just gets in the way, but hearing the stories of others inspires and intrigues, and gets us excited for the next ride, the new trail, the epic adventure. It gives us reason to carry on.

Here in the Northwest we are spoiled. We have good people, a variety of trails for all riders, glorious vistas and more memories than I can count. Cheers to many more to come! We can’t wait to share this adventure with you.

Huckwagons, made with love and a huck of a lot of steel! Get one today and get outside and ride!