Post by Paul Stevens
I like winter. Skiing is awesome, and getting as much snow in the face as I do some days makes me appreciate why Whistler is one of the leading resorts in North America in the Winter, as well as the summer.
I was just getting in to the swing of winter, mounting my bindings and waxing new skis as I watched the snow fall, anxiously checking the snow forecast every day, and waking up early each morning to find out what had fallen from the sky while I was asleep. I have been getting stoked for powder days, and excited to see the snow base growing fast.
The Aurum is ready. The trails in Whistler have a ways to go.
Then my new Aurum 1 arrived, and everything changed. Suddenly I am floating over the bike park on a chair lift, looking down at the thick layer of snow shrouding every jump, berm and drop, and pillowing over the sides of every bridge. All I can think about is my new downhill bike, and I want to fast-forward to the dust and heat of summer.
: At least I can look and dream. Even once the riding starts, I don’t think I will ever get sick of looking at this bike.
I had a similar feeling as a kid, when I knew I was getting a new bike for christmas. My parents had let their guard down, and I had managed to catch a glimpse of the red frame, with its yellow frame pads and mag wheels, before it was locked away in the shed. Then I had to wait, writhing in anticipation, knowing what was there, waiting on the other side of the door for me. I would think what a waste it was, having such a beautiful bike sitting there, out of my sight, and not being able to ride it. And now, years later, I am waiting again. At least this time around I can look at my new bike whenever I want to, and it will be very soon that I drive somewhere that has dirt under foot and not snow. And until then, the view over my skis really isn’t so bad!
Ready to drop in and make a trail of our own.