Peameal Bacon

I got out earlier this month with my homie Chopper Wilf, for a little over night camping session with dirt bikes and beers in Squamish.

Wilfred showed up at my place in his truck, bikes already loaded, and it was just pissing rain out. Good thing neither one of us will back down from a camp in the rain, so we did what any two good Canadian men should do, we stuck to the plan and went fucking camping in the rain. Wilfred's little brother Kaleb lent me his '91 DR250, and Wilf brought his Yamaha XT500. We were going to go to Cat Lake, but it looked busy, and we didn't want to be bothered, so we ended up heading up Squamish Valley. We found a camping spot with a fire pit, set up and went riding before dark.

The rain held of off just enough for us to have a pretty decent dry ride. We explored the area a bit, and found a pretty rad damn that had a gnarly whirpool going on. We drank some beers, screamed as loud as we could and listened to our echos on the mountains, discussed the fact that if either one of us was being attacked by a cougar or bear, the other would ride for dear life and never return to help. It was a blast, and we headed back to camp, stoked the fire, and Wilf made some bomb vegetable stew that went well with my Cariboo brew. I had my tent set up, and in true Chopper Wilf fashion, he set up a tarp over the back of his truck and laid on a towel. I woke up in the middle of the night and it was practically a monsoon outside. I was just so stoked I had a tent, and I wondered how my buddy Wilfred was doing, but I just went back to sleep. Turns out he woke up in a huge puddle in the back of his truck. Fuck, too funny. He's a trooper.

The next morning we hit up the service road hard for a day of riding. I was really surprised at how much balls that little DR250 had. Though I barely kept up with Wilf, this little bike was doing for me what my KLR could do on the trails. I wasn't bagging on it by any means, but it had some pull for sure. Rad little bike. We found an old abandon miners camp at the top of the mountain that had already been tagged by some Filth Mode dudes. I don't think I've found a trail they haven't ridden first yet. We had some good riding, stopped at a few cool spots along the way before heading back to camp. We cooked up a mean Peameal Bacon roast on the fire, with some veggies and Jalapenos, cleaned our shit up and left the woods the way it was.

I had a blast. Always a good time riding with Wilfred, and appreciate him bringing me out for a good dirt biking camp. Sure does make me miss my KLR, good thing I may be getting on another soon!

Cory - The Great North ---- Currently listening to: Led Zeppelin - Your Time Is Gonna Come

Hibernation: Complete

It wasn't very cold, and it wasn't too wet, but I didn't have a motorcycle on the road the last six months, so this winter sucked!

It's been a bit since I've logged in, let alone written a post, and I was quite happy to see I had multiple reads a day, every day these last few months. Thanks for the support to everyone who is reading. I definitely appreciate it.

Tonight I will be hitting up the %18 meet in Burnaby BC. Should be pretty rad. Usually a random line up of awesome bikes. Everything from stock Harley Davidson's, to Cafe Racers, Thumpers, Sport bikes, Dual Sport bikes, everything in between and even a group of sick Ruckus' usually show up. Love this meet, coffee, donuts, sickles, and people that love all things two wheeled. It's held at Byrne and Marine in South Burnaby every second or third thursday of the month during riding season. You would have to check out their facebook page for the accurate details, or follow Motorcycho Magazine on facebook. Norm usually shares the goods.

I finally got my chopper all fixed up and back on the road. I had help from many friends, from everything to pawning my bike to my pal Mitch and his awesome wife Amanda, as I was a broke fucker over the winter, but didn't want to get rid of my bike forever. A very nice man held onto a wheel and threw in a rubber and some bars for me, and a great dude named Skyler re-welded my sissy bar and lent me a jack so I could put her all back together. I can honestly say, being in a band and playing music was fun, but it just blows my mind how supportive everyone in the motorcycle scene have been to me. With the exception of that odd bugger who seems to only want to support himself, everyone has been just amazing to me the last two years, and I am super grateful for that. Wouldn't be riding today without some of these rad people, thank you all so much, you know who you are <3

Will do my best to keep at least a weekly post through this season. After a lot of blogging when I started this page, I think it's a realistic goal. Daily posting is a lot of work, and I'm not getting paid or making money from this, but I love it, and will try to keep it coming...

I will leave this one with something for everyone to think about. Next time you go to a moto-meet, riding event, chopper camping, bike show, or whatever it is you do. Approach that quiet dude in the back, or that girl that just got her first bike, and introduce yourself. Invite someone out to ride. I was that quiet dude who was too afraid to ask people to hang, and I'm lucky I met some rad folks, and ultimately have some great riding friends now. You never know, you could totally change someone's life, and that is rad. This is why I love motorcycles. Have a blast and ride safe this summer!

Cory - The Great North ---- Currently listening to: Doomriders - Ride or Die