See Ya Logan

It’s Tuesday. I left the house early this morning on my way to the ferry.

It was raining so hard I had to slow the pace to avoid hydroplaning, I couldn’t tell where clouds ended and fog began, and when I looked in the rear view mirror all I saw was my dripping wet mountain bike, faithfully waiting to be ridden.

I was excited.

It’s road trip day. A few weeks back I planned this Vancouver trip because my buddy is moving to Europe, and a farewell ride is a must.

I arrived on the mainland and all hopes of clearing skies and dry riding were dashed. It was the same weather as the Island.

Within a few minutes of starting the ride, we were soaked to the bone. The last half of the climb was in the snow, and the down hill single track was sloppy and a really sketchy.

By the end of the ride, it was dark, windy, and we were freezing cold. We were all in serious need of a hot shower and a good dinner.

Sure a dry ride would have been nicer, but what options did I have? We had a short window, one of my oldest and best friends is leaving the country for several years, and the only way we know how to say goodbye is by doing epic and memorable rides together.

He did it for me when I left Vancouver. Before work on my last day at Norco, we rode in -10 degree temps. We suffered the entire ride and I slid out on an icy corner and crashed so hard I thought I broke my leg. Sure we wished for warm, sunny weather, but I left in December, so we got what we got. It was still a great send off.

The conditions were horrible today, but I hung out with two great buddies, we rode some classic trails that I haven’t seen since my thirties, and it’s a ride we’ll remember for a long time.

Weather is weather, but when it’s about you’re buddies, you just have to suck it up.

I’m James Durand and I’m Goin’ Ridin’…