Mike has a pretty sick back garden. It's set on a steep hill dotted with trees, which for most of the year serves as a kind of makeshift playground of mountain bike and BMX trails.
Mike's Birthday Garden Shred happened by accident one year. It was Mike's birthday and year he decided to throw a party. Add in some ghetto rails, a few trailers full of snow from nearby Cairngorm Mountain and the sketchiest homemade Poma tow we've ever seen and you've got yourself a legit party, Scotland style.
After seeing the video from last year's event, and getting a pretty convincing invite from Angus Leith we decided it was about time we got some adventure in our lives and headed North beyond The Wall to Mordor, otherwise known as Aviemore, Scotland.
Now. Anyone would think that in May there would be no snow left and the temperature would be soaring as the spring blossoms bloomed. But this is the Scottish Highlands, and weather don't make sense here. We headed deep into the Scotch Mist (which it turns out is actually a thing) in Mark Ruparelia's monster truck, armed with shovels and a trailer to harvest what was left of the Cairngorm neige.
On return to Mike's garden, said neige was heaved uphill by an army of enthusiastic volunteers and scattered about to form some sort of run in.
It pissed down. All day. We were wet. We were muddy. Our cameras were shielded by Tesco carrier bags, our spirits warmed by Scottish liquor and good cheer. This was The Garden Shred. It was AWESOME. Long live The Garden Shred.