2018.07.24 Whistler
I want to write stuff here about this.
Just, you know, when I'm not so fucking sad.
The key aspects to relate about this adventure are (in no particular order):
- The beauty of the mountains in British Columbia Canada whisper to my soul's truest self. Especially including the twisty roads.
- Cramming a year's worth of technical riding into two days feels like the scene from the Matrix where Neo learns kung fu.
- The gestalt difficulty of the riding I was doing clearly over my head, comfort-wise. But it sure was fun, and rewarding in terms of skills. #safetythird.
- When I get tired and shaky, my fear of heights gets more profound. Dang those chairlifts can feel high.
- Having the right equipment is a big deal. Huzzah for:
- my Rocky Mountain Slayer - for general awesomeness
- the double-down Maxxis Minion DHF's I mounted on it - for specific no-flats awesomeness despite terrible abuse
- and my Fox Proframe helmet - for permitting good airflow while providing full-face MIPS protection
- Forcing others to listen to Hamilton on a road trip can be very cathartic.
