Daryl makes a 180-degree corner
down the side of a steep
mountain. As you can see,
MXA went to the top of
the world for this test.
sank like an anchor. This was a hard habit to break. Even
though I learned that I could stop with both feet up, I still
kept putting my foot out and needing Brett and John to
Lo and behold, like a mirage, a frozen lake appeared.
Although it was covered with snow, John and I felt like
we were in our element (just like in Wisconsin). Brett
Blaser had brought us to the lake to learn how to steer
and maneuver the snow bikes. Before Brett could finish
his first lesson, John and I ignored his advice and immediately went out and corkscrewed ourselves deep into the
snow. With our tails between our legs, we went back and
let Brett finish what he had to say.
Simple things made a big difference. Since the snow
bike was still half dirt bike, John and I were riding them
like dirt bikes. Brett told us that instead of weighting the
outside peg to turn, we needed to weight the inside peg.
Since the length of the track is longer than a rear wheel,
our body position needed to be farther back. And, when
jumping, we had to land with the gas on. Duly chastised,
we practiced on the lake until we had a good feel for
it. Once Brett was satisfied that we had the techniques
down, he said, “Now you’re ready for some
Boondocking? We just nodded our heads without
knowing what he was talking about. It didn’t take long
to learn, though. In a few seconds, we were bobbing
and weaving through the trees, racing up and down
the mountain, and hitting moguls like they were giant
whoops. We followed Brett’s track and dueled for
position at every opportunity. It was thrilling, and when
we stopped for a breather, Brett said, “That was some
great boondocking!” Boondocking? Where we come from
that’s called racing!