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After yesterday's crazy bad avalanche video, I figured I would give you something a little less scary. I thought this mountain bike ride through the favelas was pretty exciting.

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Perusing the information superhighway, I came across this video by Scott Stoll. I figure we can always use some inspiration to go out there and rock the world, in a good way. It also reminded me of the many places on my to-do list, not to mention this little story: a few years ago, while still living at my parents, the doorbell rang. I went and answered and some dude asked for my parents. I went to get my mom. It turns out the guy had been our neighbour when I was too young too remember. He was cycling across the world and thought he'd drop by. He'd started in Amsterdam, went East through Europe, Central Asia, South Asia, East Asia. Took the plane to San Francisco and was now in Montreal, woo!

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Warning: the focus of this article was nearly taken hostage, prior even to its own creation, by the sheer rudeness and paranoia of America (more specifically their border guards); however, my train of thought will remain unwavering: that’s right this is another article about cycling. What could be better than a cycling trip? A cycling road trip is the only correct answer, my friend.

So off we go to Burke, Vermont in the world’s sexiest traveling vessel, the Chevrolet Venture. Two guys, a dog, and a painting brought back from Vietnam. The aforementioned border guards apparently found my person suspicious and felt compelled to search our car. An empty ski box was violated, dog food was discarded like bio-waste and stern scowls were thrown around like Michael Jackson references a few weeks ago. It was like being in Super Troopers but without the hilarious laughter and mustaches. Read more about Mark Altitude's adventures in Burke, Vermont

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Remember that part in Forrest Gump when he just starts running and doesn’t stop? I sort of did that the other day. After a delicious meal at my parents’ place, I left on my bike with the intention of going home, a paltry 9km away. Along the way, I realized I had an urge to go further. And with apologies to Oscar Wilde, I can resist everything except an urge to go further. And further I went.

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My calves ache and my quads shake, but my smile shines like a thousand LED headlamps.  It is certainly true that without pain you cannot have pleasure; however, this afternoon I learned once again that having both simultaneously can be a more fervent experience.  Let me, like I so often do, set the stage for you:

Alongside his wheeled, aluminum steed stands a man (trying desperately to remain a boy- that’s me), helmet in hand, modest calves coyly poking out from his cycling shoes.  A nervous smile escapes his lips.  Next to said man/boy is the owner of a great local bike store (Tremblant’s Cycles et Sports), and all-round pleasant fellow who had graciously accepted to take me for a “relaxed” ride around the nearby trails.  A beautiful sheep dog, barely bigger than her owner’s cast iron legs, waits for the proverbial bell to signal the start of what I believe to be an epic ride with a fierce, but relaxed, pace.  What have I gotten myself into?

Mark should have neither watched nor listened to this video before leaving Read more about the Ride

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A good place to find fresh air

I do apologize for leaving you hanging like that in my previous article, but my unquenchable desire to use question marks got the best of me.  Here I am once again. So fret not my darlings, that fresh air did not choke my city lungs, nor did the sun burn my pasty skin.  Quite the contrary in fact: I am told I wheeze much less when watching my soaps, and that raw chicken skin look I was going for seems to have been remedied (my Udon noodle shade of white is much more becoming).

Oh, did I mention that Veronique and I are now waiting for your patronage at our new Mont-Tremblant Altitude Sports?  Well we are.  Seriously.  Come buy stuff.  I’m nicer than I look, I swear.  Ok, maybe not Monday mornings, so swing by Wednesday-ish.  I’ll make you a coffee.  Latte, not filter.  Just off the 117 after the grocery stores.

Max is going to be mad if I don’t incorporate some outdoor epiphany I have recently had, so I will get to the point: I love water.  Not playing with it, sillybilly, but drinking it!   Read more Back to Basics

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