Seen as how this is supposed to be a cycling based Blog, I thought I'd post some evidence of todays visually complimented single track overload ride, the Lake Minnewanka Trail, Banff National Park. I hooked up early morning with long time friend from back in the Mackenzie days, the now infamous DJ Scotty, and an outstanding day was had by both, must say.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to make it to the 'Occupy Calgary' sit in/ protest today with all the rest of the 99% ers who are opposing Wall Street or something like that.
I remember when being a 1% er was supposed to be the hip thing ? but now everybody (well not everybody) wants to be a 99% er ? Well what is it guys, make up your frickin minds already.
Myself, I strictly prefer to be a 1%er. For those of you who aren't aware of the term 1%er and its actual origins, its kind of a not too desired label, yet there are many of us.
Digging Scotty's quote today, I shall recall;
Scott, " you know I've been DJ'ing for years now and there's lots of cool cats who dig the club scene and most of them are great people and stuff, but you know, doing things like this (mountain biking)... they just don't get it. "
Dallas, " ya well they're the unfortunate majority if you can believe it, we're the actual minority buddy, the 1% ers. "
Dallas, " fuck ya, cheers to that bro ".
the Devils Gap off in the distance
Riding towards our planned destination of the Devils Gap today, I have to admit, I felt a breath of spine freezing cold inside a warm beam of sun, and was somehow drawn back to that day nearly 2 years ago. I experienced this brief feeling of angst and uncertainty, an uncomfortable feeling of something in the shadows, something in my gut, or lurking behind us, or awaiting ahead, something that could or could not have been. I think it was the feeling of concern, for my friends safety at the time, and somehow I relived that exceptional moment where I was afraid that he could be hurt, or worse, and I would be responsible.
Since then though, that cold ride in November 2009, or possibly before that I'm sure, I think he's somehow transcended into his own light, and most likely looks back on that day as a stepping stone into a realm of what I like to call, "real living", living with outdoor challenge, a life outside of the 99% ers boundaries, a life that very few approach.
And today we brushed alongside it.
The Terra
World class singletrack attack action.
The tunnel vision was in command.
fat Mule deer
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