One of my favorite things about owning a nice new dSLR camera is that I can put its life in peril by throwing it in a Camelbak and bringing it mountain biking. Well, after waking up at 8am Sunday morning, I got to experience what it must feel like to be a dog by hoping into a van for the first time in ages to go ride in someone else's back yard.  After fucking around Tamarancho, we descend our trail of choice.  Following a step, loose section, Kirt asks “you want us to go back up so you can get some footage of us coming down?”  “Well, there's a high probability of someone making a fool of themselves by having a stupid crash, so I'm all for it.”

The footage speaks for itself.