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I’m starting to panic. Not an all out “the world’s coming to an end” panic, more a gentle feeling in the pit of my stomach. In a week I am getting on my motorbike and driving to Vancouver. Then Phil and I are starting a 35,000km adventure. I am not ready!
The racks that will hold my panniers onto my bike have not arrived. I don’t have a mosquito net. I have not yet attempted to change a tire on my bike. The lid of my tool tube fell out and I have not yet figured out how to stop that from happening again. I just sent my seat off to the middle of nowhere to be rebuilt. The list is endless.
I met Phil in Sicamous last week. It was the first time our bikes had been together.
It gave Phil a chance to ride my bike (who I have now named Cricket), and gave both of us the opportunity to ride for 5 hours each way and get used to our bikes on the long haul. I was riding on a borrowed Corbin seat. I wasn’t comfortable. This is why my seat has now been sent away for improvements.
Before the trip I did quite a lot of work on my bike, and I will do a separate post soon about all the modifications I have completed. This has been how you’ll find me a lot of the time.
I also learnt how to make vinyl stickers.
It’s the 100th Calgary Stampede at the moment, so there’s lots of fun distractions to be had around here. I’m trying to balance that with the need to put my new steel brake cable on, and find time to change my tires, sprockets and chain.
My friend Trish came to visit with her husband so this weekend the Stampede won.
I have to admit, I am enjoying juggling between being a mechanic, a friend, a cowgirl, a sticker producer and a world adventurer. Those butterflies in my stomach are a good thing – will help me prioritise getting myself and the bike ready for the Ultimate Ride. (Even though procrastinator is my middle name…)
As I rinsed the mud off his hands and out of his eyes with leftover beer I knew that this night would go down in history as being epic, especially as a naked man walked by just then.
This past weekend I attended my first ever North American Ultimate Frisbee Tournament. Ho-Down & Slo-Down is a long running tournament hosted by the Calgary Ultimate Association. I joined a team called “The Underwear Superheroes”.
Yes that is me in the fetching zebra print bra, not sure what kind of superhero I was, but it really didn’t matter. That group of people are awesome. I had the most fun I have ever had at a tournament, despite it being cancelled the second day due to rain. I can’t blame them because did it ever rain. The pitches were completely water logged Saturday night, and if we had played they would have been destroyed.
One of the joys of tournaments is that you camp beside the playing fields, meaning you can party all night and play all day. What I learnt from this experience is that the tent my parents leant me makes a much better swimming pool than a shelter. I woke up Saturday morning with the most unpleasant sensation of a wet bottom. Whilst relieved that I hadn’t wet myself, the realisation that I, and all my gear, were now islands in an ever encroaching lake, was a very harsh to way start to the day. The water had soaked through my sleeping bag and my pajamas to reach my warm flesh. And it was still raining hard.
Note to self: make sure the tent we bring with us on the Ultimate Ride is completely waterproof!
I had made the very wise decision to drive my mum’s SUV to the tournament, rather than my bike. This meant that I could now use the vehicle as a drying room for all my belongings. (Sorry mum!) As I finished hanging my things around the car, the rain finally stopped and it was time for the first game.
Allow me to explain how this tournament was organised. There were 3 divisions, A and B in the Ho-Down part and C in the Slo-Down part. We were in C. In our division, we had jolly ranchers vodka as spirit prizes, and vodka gummy bears for energy. At noon the free beer started flowing, and continued on until we could no longer stand. (This was a major factor in ending up covered in mud.)
The most amazing point of Ultimate I have played in my 5 year career was during the last game. We agreed with the other team (who were all dressed as cowboys) that the only throw anyone could make was a “hammer” (for an instructive video on how to throw a hammer click here).
A team we had played earlier were all dressed as zombies, and had been gathered at the side of our pitch watching the game (and eating jello shots). At this point they decided to all do a zombie march towards the disc. So there we were, trying to make a difficult throw to each other, with about fifteen zombies groaning and marching toward us. I have never laughed so hard, and I certainly wasn’t capable of playing properly, but it was a brilliant point. I am only sorry I don’t have a video to share with you. If that is what the zombie apocalypse is going to be like, bring it on!
After 4 games of Ultimate, we all showered before dinner. I found it interesting that most of the girls wore swimsuits in the communal (female only) showers. Maybe I have just been in Europe for too long, but I found it awfully prudish. I do remember being quite bemused at the concept of group showers when I first started playing Ultimate in the UK, so perhaps culturally Canadians don’t like to get naked together. Or perhaps more truthfully, they don’t want others to think they want to get naked together?
Dinner (or supper as it is referred to here) was a buffet of salads and meat. All you can eat and very delicious. Although for some reason the corn and bean salad was a lot spicier than anyone expected. I was so hungry I wolfed it down in minutes.
After eating the party started. There was a big tent set up with lots of tables and live music. There was a game set up outside that everyone referred to as “Cups”. It involved hammering two 5 foot metal poles into the ground about a foot apart, one set on each end, and placing plastic cups upside down on the tops of them. The aim of the game was to throw a frisbee at the poles and knock the cup off the poles. Then the opposing team would have to try to catch the cup before it hit the ground. It was raining again, so we didn’t spend much time playing. I was awful at it anyways.
Inside the tent they had two beer pong tables and lots of people were playing various drinking games at the other tables. Did I mention the beer was free and unlimited?
I really wish I had more pictures to share with you. Here’s a blurry one of me with Andy and Adam, two incredibly awesome guys from Edmonton who were on my team, and with whom we decided we came second in winning the party. (See the person in the yellow hat in the background – that team won the party.)
This brings me back to the mud. Hours of partying in this tent, with incessant rain, meant that the ground became very, very wet. Then we all started dancing on this wet ground and it became muddy. So muddy that if you were a little unsteady on your feet for some reason and fell over, you would be turned instantly into a walking mud person. As the evening progressed, and we lost more games of beer pong, and it kept raining, the team in the green with yellow hats decided the dance floor was now a slip and slide. Somehow they convinced Andy to join in. This is how I ended up using beer to wash his hands and eyes, and obviously one of the guys on the party team thought clothes were unnecessary for this pass time. My favourite part of this final episode in the party was the female bartender – who whilst trying to kick them out started making fun of how small his manhood was. I guess if you’re going to put your balls on display, you’ve got to take the remarks!
I didn’t ever go for a slide across the dance floor, so I was only covered in mud up to the ankles, and splattered everywhere else. Muddy, happy and full of way too many vodka gummy bears, I found a space in a tent that was not doubling as a swimming pool.
Thanks to all the Underwear Superheroes, and to the organisers, for an amazing tournament. The rest of the Americas have a lot to live up to!