My bicycle gang has a skiing problem

As fun as it is to ride your bike alone, it's better to ride with friends. They're the ones with spare tubes when you've forgotten one, they're the ones that take you down a trail you've never ridden before, and they're the ones you create a gang with. A bicycle gang, obviously.

The most important part of gang formation is the initiation. Our initiation was to survive a ghost-busting, cougar-slaying adventure to Parkhurst, an abandoned logging town in the greater Whistler Valley.

Gang names are almost as important as the initiation. They often form naturally based on the behaviour of the gang member to whom it is given. Our gang names: Slayer, Thrasher, and Sniper. Johanna is Slayer because of her love of death metal and Schleyer in the Whistler bike Park. Jess is Thrasher. She is so called because of her kidney-bruising, muscle-tearing, rip-snorting good time ripping down In Deep and taco-ing her front tire. I am sniper. (Probably because I snipe photos.)

Future gang initiates will have to do a far more heinous initiation- slug licking. If a girl wishes to join the gang and get themselves a really sweet bike gang name, a slug will have to be licked. Cougar slaying and ghost busting is only for the top tier of bicycle gangsters like Slayer, Thrasher, and me.

Anyway, we survived the initiation and are a full-fledged bicycle gang. We're looking into matching jerseys. Here are some photos of Team Bike Gang:

Feeling Musical.

After spending time on High Note, the next week I played (on) the Musical Bumps with the girls. Here are some shots: