Sorry I don’t have a more click-baity title, I just assume my friends aren’t all idiots.
There’s a non-zero probability that at some point in the last week or two you’ve thought to yourself, “that sumbitch DietBlue hasn’t updated his vblog with his annual Québec mountain bike road trip video.” I appreciate the thought, but let me allay any fears you might have that I got mad and deleted all the footage: The Vallée Bras Du Nord road trip 2017 edit is finally here!
It’s not like we were planning to use this technology for something useful.
Let me set the scene for you: It was the Monday of a long weekend. A camera is set up in the back yard and our shirtless hero gets his doggers to jump a few times. Import the video into [software name deleted] and use the [plugin name deleted] to slow the motion to a crawl. Export!
By the way you’re welcome for reminding you of how awesome that song is.
The waffle incident and a few pictures from the last leg of the trip.
Boy, did I ever crap the bed on finishing this road diary webdiary. It’s been like six months since we went to the desert and there’s snow all over the place and I decided I’ve earned these three beers over the past hour so what better time to write about hot hot heat?
Update: out of beer.
The problem with being out of beer right now is that I don’t really have any mix, and my other option is switching to scotch. But scotch is 1) delicious and b) expensive so I don’t really want to get into it. But I may have to.
Madman and myself recently returned from a road trip through the American southwest, covering parts of Nevada, California and Arizona. Technically speaking the trip started and ended in Las Vegas but technically speaking we didn’t enter a Casino or gamble any life savings away so Las Vegas was purely an entry/exit point. Our trips are usually described by an acronym because we are very efficient, so SPAZNEV refers to our Standard Procedure in AriZona and NEVada (California was verging on being an afterthought).
Ignore the fact that I look like I’m about to die of tired if you zoom in close. The point here is that your selfie stick is stupid and using a tripod and a timer will gain you a lot more respect in my book. So do whatever because it shouldn’t matter how much I respect you.
tl;dr: drove to Québec, rode bikes, hiked, camped, came home. With pictures!
Beginning of August, 2016: My co-worker Michael and I loaded into my Jetta and drive ourselves across the Québec border to the land of syrup and language laws to find some mountain biking and to attend the UCI Mountain Bike World Cup Downhill stop in Mont-Sainte-Anne.
The drive went pretty smoothly. Michael almost ran into some problems at a Couche-Tard trying to get us some lemonades and timbits, but he ended up with lemon slushies which was a pretty good lost-in-translation moment. Our final destination was Vallée Bras-du-Nord near the town of Saint-Raymond, a coop specializing in outdoor recreation. We arrived in the late afternoon after spending the night in my gracious little sister’s backyard the previous night. Our campsite setup was straightforward and ultimately resulted in my being able to sleep in a hammock for the duration of our stay, something I’d highly recommend to anyone.