Discojojo
10-07-2006, 05:17 AM
It’s the end of the summer but I’ll never forget my holiday romance. The clear mountain air, the beautiful vistas, the fabulous food and pitchers of cold Kokanee; yes of course, it’s Whislter.
I started mountain biking, four years ago, to keep up with my new boyfriend. It was either get on a bike or spend my weekends alone.
After our first European biking holiday together, hurling myself down screaming scree in Morzine, I felt I had to take it to the next level and the opportunity to Whistler came up. It would either make or break me.
After two trips I started looking for bike camps to help my basic technique. In the UK we have very few bike camps and nothing to the level on what's on offer in Whistler
The two days we spent on the Richie Schley Freeride Camp are ones that have defined my riding. Never before had I taken corners so fast with such ease and confidence. I had previously never jumped and was too scared to try, but after the first day it slowly started to click. I even tried my biggest fear – drop offs. That jump into oblivion had always scared me but the support from my group and guide, Brent, gave me the gusto I needed to get over the fear. They knew I could do it and they made me realise it for myself. The group varied in abilities but there was something for everyone.
The rest of the holiday was spent practicing the skills I had been taught and by the end of 3 weeks there was only one phrase that came to mind – Richie Schley gives you wings!
I started mountain biking, four years ago, to keep up with my new boyfriend. It was either get on a bike or spend my weekends alone.
After our first European biking holiday together, hurling myself down screaming scree in Morzine, I felt I had to take it to the next level and the opportunity to Whistler came up. It would either make or break me.
After two trips I started looking for bike camps to help my basic technique. In the UK we have very few bike camps and nothing to the level on what's on offer in Whistler
The two days we spent on the Richie Schley Freeride Camp are ones that have defined my riding. Never before had I taken corners so fast with such ease and confidence. I had previously never jumped and was too scared to try, but after the first day it slowly started to click. I even tried my biggest fear – drop offs. That jump into oblivion had always scared me but the support from my group and guide, Brent, gave me the gusto I needed to get over the fear. They knew I could do it and they made me realise it for myself. The group varied in abilities but there was something for everyone.
The rest of the holiday was spent practicing the skills I had been taught and by the end of 3 weeks there was only one phrase that came to mind – Richie Schley gives you wings!