Canada: Whistler bike park

British Columbia in Canada has everything you will ever need to have a good ride. In the middle of it all lies world reknown Whistler bike park. The father of all mountainbiking.

 

 

 The tracks

-Fast and flowy
-Big jumps
-Steep rock rollers
-Polished berms

You've probably heard rumours about the quality and variety of the tracks, but believe me.
As a european downhill biker, you can't even start to imagine what this means.

Misty trails

When the mist creeps down between the trees in whistler bike park it's mandatory to head up into the higher trails in the mountains to do a photoshoot.

 

Shirt's off on the rock!!!

Picture you are racing the Canadian Open, you're on a winning run. Suddenly in the middle of the track a large number of half naked, half drunk people all jammed onto a small rock are frantically screaming and shouting at you. Inbetween racers, the guys led on by a man with a  loud chainsaw chant random abuse and throw empty beer cans at people in the chairlift. Good times!

Don't even think about coming on to Heckle rock with you're shirt on.

Bear, bear, bear!

Returning home from an eventful night on the town and you want some fresh air while sleeping?
Mistake 1: Open a window of course.
Mistake 2: Choose the window right above your bed.
Mistake 3: Forget about the mangy bear Rufus that hangs around.
Mistake 4: Fall asleep with your head beneath the window.
Mistake 5: Wake up as a hairy paw slaps you across the face.
Mistake 6: Scream bear, bear, bear at the top of your lungs.

Waking up with claw marks and bear flees in your face. Not accounted for.

Luckily Rufus gets startled by the screaming and scoots off into the forest where he belongs.

Crab apple hits

You think the jumps on A-line are big? Think again. Whistler's new line of monster jumps "Crab apple hits" have the size to scare away even the hardiest biker. Bring your hucking skills!

Guy Gibbs whipping it out on Crab apple hits.

 

 

 

Bankrupt, again.

After a good day of biking we head down to get a cold six-pack. The sun is shining as I stroll happily over to the ATM. Withdrawal denied. I check my calender, one week left in Canada. My brain turmoils as I try to figura out a solution. Ah, got it. The room we're renting has a deposite. We check out, get our $160 and build a scrawny little shack in the woods.

Insufficient funds you say?