One bike, 900 miles, two legs.

The ideal preparation for a 900-mile tour probably doesn’t include a overly big SUV and a day in the Whistler Bike Park. But then that’d be a dull start to things…

Legroom! Precious, precious legroom!
Legroom! Precious, precious legroom!

After a plane journey that could’ve quite easily turned out to be the flight from hell, thanks to the screaming child a few rows back, I stumbled out into the bright Vancouver sunshine and went to pick up my rental car for the next few days. Y’know, to get around in, pick up supplies, that kind of thing. I don’t think the internet did a very good job of explaining just how big the Ford Explorer is when I booked it, though.

Seriously, it's massive.
Seriously, it's massive.

Taking this beast out onto the streets of the city with only a vague idea of where to go was terrifying. Certainly not helped by the way I had to plop the phone in the cupholder ao the maps were barely visible. Anyway I soon found the accommodation over at UBC. Nice place for a uni.

But for the first night, I’d be staying at a fine address in Coquitlam thanks to Owen & Vicky, who fed me with some awesome BBQ and beer. The next morning was a drive up the always-incredible Sea-to-Sky Highway to Whistler for a day in the bike park. Nerves started jangling as we pulled into the parking lot, as it’s been over a year since I’d ridden anything like this, and nearly five years since I last rode these trails.

Is this really a good idea?
Is this really a good idea?

But as it turns out, there was no need to worry – I was still as good as ever, casing most jumps and failing to handle the braking bumps. But it felt oh so good to be back! Now I’m tired, a little bruised, but I think I’m ready to hit the road soon. The weather’s taken a turn for the worse, but it’s just English-style drizzle for the moment. Let’s hope there’s no Albertan-style rain on the way. Fingers crossed.

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