Today’s job is making stickers of our logo. Colourful fun learning to use photoshop.
My jacket, pants, skid plate and some other accessories all arrived today!
Picking up my jacket/pants in Point Roberts was a little extra sweet, as the border guy let me through without paying duty! 100$ saved into the gas money jar!
I’m now fully covered for riding gear, and just waiting on a couple more bits for the bike.
A couple steps closer…
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!
With my blooooooood. Cranked my head on some overhead cupboards when standing up. What does this have to do with motorcycles? I had just finished putting on my boots at the time. Close enough.
Small chunk of my head missing I’m told, skin-tear like. Nothing suture-able. Still a constant slow ooze of the red stuff 4 hours later. Blood is over-rated anyways. That’s what I tell my patients.
I’ve had my second couch surfer pass through this week. This one on a motorcycle tour of his own. Heinrich from Germany, stopped in for a quick rip up the sea to sky highway and to hang out in Canada for a couple days. We went for a ride around Stanley park, and replaced his badly worn rear tire. Using the kickstand of my bike to break the bead really helped things along.
Heinrich had some pretty nice gear and luggage. Pelican cases with easy-off mounts were nice. His recommendations: GPS is a must, and brings less clothes. I’ve been enjoying hosting the couch surfers, and traded in the German for two Montrealers who arrived just as Heinrich rode off this morning.
Late last night my Dad sent me a link of a KLR in Idaho that has low KM’s, all the mods I want done, and is only 4500$. Check it out here:
But it’s in Idaho. I looked at flights and importation requirements and documents all night, pending an impulsive flight this morning since I have a couple days off that I could put to use. In the end, after a lot of consideration: My time is worth more than money.
The email I wrote to my dad, more to get my thought’s out and clear on paper than anything:
“I have heartily considered this tonight, and have decided that my time is worth more than the cost savings of this bike.