The Mountain Bike Life

Author: Shannon Whissell

To get straight to the point, this will be my last regular post on The Mountain Bike Life. I’ll continue to be an editor behind the scenes, but I’ve reached a point where I have to refocus creatively on other projects. It’s also time to come clean with myself and our readers and admit that I’m not, not really, a mountain biker. Not like the other authors of this blog. Riding on down the trail.  The truth is, The Mountain…

I have been thinking for a while about writing a mountain-bike-to-English translation dictionary. Lord knows if you’re around mountain bikers for any length of time, some sort of translation aid is necessary. However, I have been assured that perfectly good glossaries already exist, so I spent a minute or two pondering why I felt such a tool was necessary, and I realised it all comes down to one word: jargon. Photo courtesy of Subsetsum One of my pet peeves in…

It wasn’t a mountain bike, but it was 100% mine. I suppose that in the truest sense of the word, it wasn’t really my first bike. The first bike I remember riding – the one I learned to ride on – had a banana seat, something that sparkled, some pink and purple bits, and ape-hanger handle bars. Yes, I am a child of the 70’s – how did you know? But I don’t remember that it was ever really my…

I tried to come up with a witty title for this post – something pithy that would get your attention without giving away my whole point. Unfortunately, when I think about local bike shops what comes to mind is “please don’t make me,” “I don’t wanna,” I’d really rather shop where people at least acknowledge I exist. Yes, I am am woman, and no, I am not a hardcore rider but if you are a small local niche store of…

Last post I took you along on our first week of summer holiday in Jasper National Park. While we admittedly didn’t do as much riding in Jasper as we (read: Rivers) would have liked, that decision was made in part because we knew week two of our holiday would be more ride-focused, including two days back at Silver Star Mountain Resort. Speaking of ride/rider-friendly, check out this cool pub in Kimberley, BC Before we get to the riding though, I…

Rivers and I have just wrapped up week one of our two week summer holiday. We spent most of this week in Jasper National Park, which just happens to be one of my happy places. It’s where I took my sons on our first family holiday and the place I occasionally escaped to when I was in graduate school. I hadn’t been in 15 years and Rivers had never been, so I was pretty happy to be sharing it’s impressive…

I’m guessing that since my last two posts have been about our upcoming summer holidays, one or two people might have guessed that I’m excited about holidays. The truth is, it can’t come soon enough, and we’ve got a whole lot of fun stuff planned. The view atop Silver Star is incredible! As for the mountain biking part of the holiday, the plan has been to return to Silver Star. I loved Silver Star last year – it was my…

Summer continues an unprecedented multi-week trend here on the Pacific coast, and now that we’ve adjusted to seeing the big burning ball of gas in the sky every day and experiencing sleeve-averse temperatures, it’s time to up a few summer activities. This weekend included summer drinks (blackberry mojitos, anyone?); barbecuing with friends; and a Sunday road trip that included a local distillery, winery, antique shop and farmer’s market. It was a weekend of summery fun, but none of it really…

FINALLY! After almost 8 months, I FINALLY got back out on my mountain bike today. The whole ride I had that old Gene Autry song in my head and a silly smile plastered on my face. I don’t really know what took me so long. Yes, I was scared after the tumble I took last fall, but it’s not like it was my first wipeout. Anyway. I’m back, baby. No more hiding behind my commuter (as much as I love…

This past week, a horrifying picture made the rapid social media rounds in our neck of the woods. The picture shows a local rider and bike shop employee with a severe red gash across his neck. The accompanying story said merely that “Unfortunately you will now need to use extreme caution riding in the Durance Lake area, also known as Partridge Hills in Victoria, BC. Someone has strung wire or wires at neck height. If you know or see anything…

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