Friday the 13th, unlucky for some.... there's been sightings of Jason Borhees up here at Grouse Mt. If we see him we will cerntainly beat the living s*#% out of him or perhaps join him in this reign of terror....

So, a last minute phone call around the midnight hour with a little push.ca from 'Lenny' we decided to embark on this 48hr's of winter mission to Grouse  Mt with 4hrs of what 'they' call 'sleep'....which apparently is just a habbit man has become a custom too throughout the evolutionary journey. we hit up old timmy hoe's and its on for the next 48 hrs. whoop whoop!. apparently at timmy's your not allowed to take pictures of there employees. And yes, yet again Josh fail's to score her phone number, even with a bribe of ten whole dollars... better luck next time pal! On that note, and with Valentine's day rapidly approaching us single young men, embarked on a quest to find a mate, bananas in hand... 

REJECTION No. 1

Its another beautiful day in British beautiful Columbia when we arrive at Grouse Mt equipped with all our gear ready for the most fun filled weekend since the hoola hoop was envented. Needlees to say we were extremely dissapointed, in fact I was heart broken to hear that Mountain Safety had outlawed our super modified DC Snowracer picture below. All god dam night we worked on this puppy! dreams shattered....

  
RED DRAGON 

We had been training since christmas on this baby with hopes of qualifying for the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver.... "We took the restricter plate off the old red dragon to give it a little more juice. She's not exactly street legal".... Too bad.

Team 'SWAMPY DONKEY' preparing for battle. Choose your weapons wisely...