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Our Name is Our Story

Behind the Brodie name, is Paul Brodie. Originally an artist and motorcycle fanatic, he began painting and brass-welding frames for mountain bikes in 1985. It wasn't long before he invented and trademarked the Vancouver sloping top tube, launching a brand of bikes bearing the Brodie name. On September 29th, 2005, Paul was inducted into the Mountain Bike Hall of Fame at Interbike in Las Vegas, creating an international fan base for the Vancouver brand. Today, Brodie bikes are a product of our passion and a proud part of our local community.

A Better Ride With You in Mind

A Brodie isn't just a bike, it's a right of passage. Built with the individual rider in mind, Brodie bikes are built to blaze the trails of your choosing. From epic off-roading to beachside cruising, there's a Brodie that's right for you. Over the years, we've built our fair share of bikes and each one has played a role in shaping who we've become. I n fact, don't be surprised if after all these years, we still remember your 2003 White Holeshot or 2008 Root Beer Ronin. We're a small company and better yet, a community. We're not about making hundreds of different models (just to have hundreds of different models). We're about making original, quality bikes from concept to production so the bike you love now, is the bike you'll love for the years to come.


Brodie Bicycles 2016

We welcome you to a stress-free environment, a place where you can escape from this thing called life. With roots that sprouted in Vancouver BC, we’re excited to be a part of the nation wide movement of a more sustainable future and quality of life.

The 2016 season marks our 30th anniversary and we’d like to thank you for all of your continued support and love! We’ve come a long way since the beginnings of Brodie’s workshop: Journeyed through the birth of North Shore mountain biking, the freeride years and into the realm of cyclocross and bikepacking, all while paying homage to the road and commuter riding that drive our business. We mark the start of our third decade with a few special projects, and some new product coming in early 2016.

We wish you all the best in the New Year and look forward to being there with you on all your cycling trips, commutes and adventures!





Virgin Falls

As I write this, the rain pounding down outside the coffee shop in Duncan, BC, I am amazed at the good fortune we had this past weekend riding the ridges of the Tofino Inlet and Deer Bay. Weather is fickle, and that’s just fine (where else would we get such amazing green forests?) but it was certainly a pleasant surprise to have clear skies, incredible views and the luxury of dry clothes for two days during our bikepack up to Virgin Falls.

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Clay (@stuckylife) first proposed the idea of a winter bikepacking trip in November, while the CX season was still finishing, and we were all looking forward to a bit of time off from racing and perhaps instead some long miles of logging roads and gravel – unstructured, and scenic.

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It had been a plan to hit a winter bikepack for over a year; the unfortuntate collar-boner incident last year had dashed my hopes of doing a late winter/early spring trip in 2015 (though I had been sure to pack and plan like a compulsive).

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This aside, Clay was the real driver of this adventure – he’s got the knowledge, and damn if he doesn’t have the will to get these kinds of trips done. He found that there was a small cabin/hut built by locals that we could use for our overnight, meaning we could keep out packing light, and sleep indoors in the outdoors. With a solid plan, riders opted in, and we had ourselves a crew of 5, Clay Webb, Terry McKall, Rob Parkin and Rory O’Connell who shreds with Performance Bicycles.

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With Ranger Clay leading the charge on local knowledge, I made sure to pack the backups – our SPOT tracker, some backup friends in case of things, and the extra gear (read: lights) in case our planned cabin outing turned into a return mission in the dark.

Clay, Terry, Rob and myself hit Ucluelet the night before the venture, staying in the hostel in town. We were told there might be some Karaoke worth visiting, but apparently a surf town in the middle of winter means there are only 2 people at karaoke at 10pm – the bartender and the DJ. We kept it civil, despite the desire to cut loose, and were up bright and early on Saturday to begin the adventure.

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We pulled the bikes and loaded our packs – I’d decided on the b-team Ti Romax as my weapon of choice with 40c WTB Nanos and an array of Porcelain Rocket bikepacking bags that I picked up for the Oregon Outback. Rob and myself were the two on CX bikes, while Clay, Terry and Rory rode their hardtail mtbs.

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Sufficiently caffeinated we began the roll out of town. First a few KM of paved trail, but soon, we were on the West Main. We took a quick detour to see the infamous Kennedy River Bridge, the rainbow bridge that was home to protests in the 90’s. It’s a little worse for wear, but still leads directly to the most beautiful of places.

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On the road again we shared the logging road with just a few trucks and pieces of heavy equipment. Our first 20km of the journey were undulating and well packed, just a few hard potholes.

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As we diverted on to Deer Bay Main, the terrain got rougher, steeper and required a little hoofing. Loaded bikes make for an interesting experience on steep grades – especially on race gearing.

The spectacular views of the Tofino Inlet peaked out on every corner and we continued to cross bridge after bridge over creeks and falls. The sunlight filtered onto the path and broke through at each outcropping to bathe the rocks and the riders. So rad.

A deep washout in the road meant that we cyclists could pass, but it was unlikely we’d see any other people (especially the kind in vehicles).

The pitch during the final climbs to Virgin Falls were very, ah, challenging, and the increased grade, as well as loose rocks, meant lost traction and some walking.

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53km in we hit the falls. Amazing. The bonus of visiting snow-fed water features in the winter are that they are huge. It was a sight, and we took many, many, dumb photos.

Virgin Falls 10 Photo: Clay Webb

The trek back to the cabin, which was on a spur about 3 KM back from the falls, was a it confusing – leave it to 4×4 drivers to give confusing distances and directions. We found the cabin, and though the vibe of the place was pretty murdery, we were happy to not have to do a quick nighttime retreat.

Campfire made, and whiskey drank, we crashed out in the hut. I was happy to have only one mouse try to sleep on my head all night, and we were sure to keep the snoring in check.

Coffee outside in the morning was well worth the questionable sleep. It’s always awesome to get the pot boiling and a few strong cups in before the ride.

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The roll back was fast – I was the victim of my own hoon-ing at some point and slashed a sidewall, likely in our deep creek crossing. Booted with 2 pieces of duct tape and a $20 CAD ($14.17 USD) bill, we kept rolling. And ate candy.

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All told we railed out two strong days in the saddle, 106KM, slept in a creepy shed, drank a bunch of coffee and had a rad time. Thanks guys, such a good two days.

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Day One:

Day Two:

Stuckylife writeup here