Fraz fires down the Coire Cas on a mad sunny Sunday up Cairngorm, capping off a rad weekend's shred. As this was the last run of the day most folk had heavy legs and/or heatstroke, but Fraz was still charging aboot, shralping the slush and gapping the moguls.
Always a stoker to ride with Fraz; he's forgotten more about shredding than most of us will ever know. Easily the cheeriest guy on the hill as well!
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