sometimes you just don't know


When you meet a person from the older generation, wether it be a stranger or someone you know well, you will never quite know the true extent of their knowledge. Sometimes it's worth taking a moment and realising what it is that you don't know. We, as a generation (term used loosely) often do not understand where or how we came about.... I think this is a massive part of our lives.....so massive infact that i urge anyone who reads this to contact an older relative. no matter how trivial the story how fickle the tale, just get it done. We don't know yet how much this communication matters. My bet is Alot. The picture above has nothing to do with this diatribe, but really who's counting....nae cunt. So start counting, and start loving those who loved you...they hold the answers..the older ones they know more than we could ever hope to.

First Dance

A happy couple celebrate their wedding day by having their first dance outside the old frigate bar, Aberdeen

Shredders in the Mist - 2090 - A Lecht Odyssey


After a long transnational journey back to the heartland, Myself and Fraz arrived mid morning in the elegant town of Tomintoul. We met up with Neil, had a cup o tea and headed up to the lecht to set about getting everything in place. Digging rails out of the snow, sourcing and testing the lights, cutting and welding rails back together (that was nick really, although neil did get behind the controls of a fairly hefty angle grinder, not sure how safe that was) amongst a miriad of other wee jobs we still managed to get a wee shred on. Awesome - it was my first shred since breaking my back in Nz, and after a few runs, i was back to feeling the stoke again. We spent the night shifting lifting and shaping the rails set ups, and with nick doing most of the heavy lifting, we headed off for a pint and a glen Avon mega burger. Day 2 shred was on and rails looked good, Pro turned up to get the party beats going and the riders started to arrive in the late afternoon. Long story Short...Seb Innes ripped everything to bits with Cowie and Nicol not far behind, some solid jibbing from all especially considering the visability was only about 50ft. Monster party on Saturday night.....sore heads sunday morning, clouds still no better so booter was cancelled.....more rail sliding, more folks, adeen groms, poor photos followed by a long journey home... Yes boss...the lecht never fails. Thanks to Nick, Neil, Hugh and Diane for making it a banger of a shred...can't wait 'till next time.

Neil strapping in for the guinea pig run

Nick getting his weld on

Seb Steezing oot a Back tail. Seb ripped a'hing this weekend and rightly took home some prizes for his efforts

2090 in 2010

Well It's that time of year again, and dutifully the devoted snowbunnies of Scotland can get their fill of the usual scottish season, consisting mainly of heather, rocks, ice and biting winds. But endeavour we will, to shred as much a s possible. Thanks to Neil up at the lecht, all you shred dogs will be given a chance to get 2090 gnarl all over your face. If you have ever been to any of the infamous night jams, lets get ready to stumble's or any of the fine events held at the lecht then you will know to expect....if not, well good luck! In tribute to one of my favourite places in the world i am posting some old, not to great lecht snaps.....love finding old pics.
Neil and Nick shaping an end of spring last chance


Cowie Floating a special into the nights fog

Cowie. Last man standing.

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