BC Bike Race – Days 5, 6 and 7

July 6, 2015

It’s finally over. The BC Bike Race rolled into Whistler last weekend, leaving a whole pile of very happy (and very tired) racers in its wake. For all you intrepid armchair followers of the BC Bike Race, here are some awesome pics from snappers Dave Silver, Marcus Riga, Todd Weselake and Erik Peterson.

Day 5 – North Vancouver

The village at Base camp next to the Brennan Park Aquatic Center.
You might Enduro, but please avoid the Endo at the BC BIke Race.
Random beef jerky aid stations in the woods brought to you by Sugoi clothing.
Waiting for the chaos to ensue. Day 6 is the stage where bikes are starting to fall apart and Shimano Neutral Support is about to begin.
Orderly aid stations make finding what you need easier.
A day in the pits for the Shimano Neutral support at the Aid Stations.
Tim Wisner came with Shimano and will leave with Shimano.
Sometimes mountain bike trails just go in circles. Geoff Gulevich looking into the future.
The Z-Boys of Florida have been a welcome addition to the race week. Tim and Troy Zimmerman.
Come to the BC BIke Race to Elevate yourself. Dustin Gillingham of Littleton
The local and the chops. Moberg Leads Uhl to the finish line.
Pseudo-Tsuga was Squamish’s Feature Trail.
Adalberto Gerez of Brazil has gotten his first taste of BC this year.
Classic Squamish trail.
RedBull brought their time machine to the show!
Tree hugging is always cool.
Drop the seat, pick a line, and roll. Dan Maker of Paignton, UK
Sean Fitzpatrick of Oakdale, kissing rocks and taking names.
Expresso trail still has the North Shore flavor despite it’s rework.
The raddest volunteers ever! We’ll call it Ginger-Aid at the food station.
Andreas Vollheim of Stravanger takes the rock roll without a care.
The finish line at the Argyle School was hot but peaceful at times.
Ibon Zugasti of Barcelona amongst the trees that loom like statues along the trail.
Thomas Turner, of Georgia gunning for a podium spot.
Five days in and the legs are on autopilot. It’ll take an hour or so for the racers to shake out the creeks and get down to business.
Tristan Uhl on his way to a victory on Expresso.
Sometimes trails tell you where to go, and sometimes you get to choose. The North Shore gives you options to match your skills.
Finding the light and the line in the woods of the North Shore.
Chain slap is almost a thing of the past with new clutch derailleurs, but the North Shore will challenge any thing that trys to keep a bike running quietly.
Kevin Calhoun and his duo partner Greg Day took a stage win today.
Full moon over the first night in Squamish.
North Vancouver is where the mountains meet the city. Be multicultural!
Open up and say “Ahh yeah!” Is this how all Austrailian smile? Get it Jo Rowell!
Jenn Theil gets a refreshment on her way to Expresso.
Ryder’s Sasquatch on trail and keeping riders on their toes.
Is this what you’d travel from France to ride? Rene Vallee of Salles d’aude France.
You gotta deal with the ups and downs of the North Shore course. Ever hear of a predictive shift?
Sarah Kaufman keeping it low and stable as she rides the lightening. Floor it!
If you don’t want to be in the spotlight find another forrest. Bill Gairdner, Toronto
Antonio Perez Valls of Barcelona in the Jurassic Forest.
What is Geoff Gulevich thinking about at this moment?
Eric Dejong, making choices on Seymor
Bean Around the World has provided the wakeup juice every morning at the entrance to breakfast.

And here’s a video, too:

Day 6 took in the delights of Squamish:

And here’s the corresponding video:

And finally, finally, finally Whistler:

The top 3 men were Tristna Uhl, Spencer Paxson and Kris Sneddon; the top 3 women were Katarina Nash, Rebecca Hodgetts and Vicki Barclay. Nice going, folks – see you back there next year!

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Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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