So a few weeks back I shot a commercial for an energy drink company. It was a contest and the winners get a cash prize! Please click here and vote 5 stars on the bike race video to help me make some cash so I can keep riding as much as I can and working as little as I can!



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Camera has been missing till I found it under the couch last night, that’s the kids place for anything expensive I think…I hate posting without a picture to go along with the content…Video blog on hold as my super awesomeness high-end gaming /video rendering computer is on the fritz and sent in for warranty…it has been overheating to like 200+ degrees Fahrenheit!!!…

I’ll have re-cap from Shevegas, Lindsay’s Marathon and a look forward into Iceman up tonight.

 Well it’s been a supremely busy summer at Casa Chaos (otherwise known as the Tippie/Fenton household). Brett was busy announcing a bunch of MTB events, such as some BC Cup races, the Redbull 5000 down, doing daily webisodes for Crankworx, doing over 50 (!) interviews at the World Championships at Mt. St. Anne. Not to mention other events such as Rocky Mountain days at Mt. Washington etc etc. The best on a professional and personal level was his induction into the Mountain Bike Hall of Fame during Interbike this year, along with his fellow Fro-riders, Wade Simmons and Richie Schley. It was a funny, emotional, and very proud moment for us.

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2011 Rocky Mountain Slayer from Rocky Mountain Bicycles on Vimeo.

Matt Miles Photo

Do you remember the day the trail was covered in leaves? The sky was clear and blue with sections of pink and orange smudged across it’s cheeks and the sun sat low, illuminating the forest with an almost neon glow. It was at times hard to remember where the trail lead, patches of yellow, orange and red replacing the usual brown strip we follow. Gray and black naked trees leaned tall overhead reminding you that soon you will be frozen and buried in snow. A reminder that seemed to serve as incentive to put in that extra pedal, hit corners a bit harder and tap the brakes just a little less. Kill now or don’t kill at all. You listened for the chunder and gnar but all you could hear was the thump of your heart. I can only imagine what the leaves must have looked like fluttering in the air behind you. Disturbed, upset and chasing you down the trail.
You could taste the moisture in the air and feel the chill of fall sting your lungs and bring you back to life with every huff and puff. The laps went by faster but the day dragged on for weeks. At the bottom of each trail you found your truck parked with soft blond hair and bright blue eyes in the driver seat. Such a welcome addition to already charmed conditions. As the sun began to fall behind the hills you sat on your tailgate thinking to yourself and not out loud. Is it really the end? You watched the last lonely leaf fall to the ground and it was confirmed. The hollow months of winter will now come sweeping in.

Karl Heldt Photo

That day was yesterday, and this morning I am taking a moment to rewind over the season. In a few hours I will have a hernia removal surgery done that effectively ends my riding season. I am pretty scared but from what I understand, the small issue I have is one that is best to clear up as soon as possible. I am not feeling too sad that riding is being cut a few weeks short. I am just really happy that this year went as well as it did. If I could trade a stomach surgery for a season like this, I would do it every year without a question. It has been one hell of a ride.

Matt Miles Photo

I received a GoPro camera from my old buddy Kris Jaymo Jamieson, who I used to race snowboards with back in the day on the pro circuit. I fired ‘er up and went for a quick sandpit boogie in Kamloops. I had my trusty black Rocky Mountain Flatline pimped out with green Atlas bling and went for an old school rip down memory lane. I couldn’t believe how fun it was to arc some big turns! Fun stuff! My girlfriend Sarah, took the footie and tried her first edit apon checking out the program. Feeling like hi-tech rednecks here!!! Yahooooo!

Here’s an angle from another day.

The boys from North Shore Bike Shop have been hard at it producing a series of bike checks featuring the staff from the shop.
Here’s Jeremy in action on his Race Face equipped Banshee Spitfire

Banshee Spitfire with Jeremy Lemay from Spoked Media on Vimeo.

So the final weekend of the Whistler Bike park has become my way of celebrating Thanksgiving. It makes sense to me to do this as I am so “thankful” for both my bikes and the bike park! the closing weekend of the 2010 season was much like the past few, wet cold and slippery! I love fall riding! This year I spent 1 of the final 3 days taking photos with CCN’s own Matt Mallory and good buddy/teammate/recent MTB hall of fame inductee Brett Tippie. We covered the mountain top to bottom and took over 500 shots! Matt has put some of these shots into a slideshow along with shots from a few other riders he worked with over the weekend. So a big thanks to Matt for doing this and to Wendy the awesome clothing designer at Raceface for keeping me dry and warm in the new Fall/Winter 2010 rain gear!


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It was practice day for the riders who were in qualifiers. Everyone was over shredding one side of the mountain and I felt like I needed to work my way down my line which was a couple ridges over. I hiked my ass to the top of a line I had built this year which also incorporated some old moves from 2008. I was making my way down under the radar from the rest of the crowds aside from a couple camera men. I made my way down a couple gnarly patches and came to one of the final stepdowns in the line. I had hit this thing before and thought I had the speed all figured out.

When made my final entry into it, I gave it a couple extra pedal strokes just to be on the safe side. This ended up being my downfall. Since the tranny of this jump was short and steep, those 2 extra pedal strokes were enough to clear most of the landing. While I was rolling in I noticed that the run-in felt much faster than before and as I took off I knew instantly that I had WAY TOO MUCH SPEED. I saw the landing disappear underneath me and knew I was going to be in for a heavy landing. I can’t really remember how my leg would have snapped but I suspect it was from digging into the ground so deep that my foot caught in the dirt or a rock OR When I crashed I may have impacted on a rock somewhere at the bottom.

Photo: Stef Cande WWW.stefcande.COM