He went on to tell us how much his boys look forward to camp. “The last two weeks or so before it you can pretty much motivate them to do any job, just by saying they have to do it before Broxy camp. Rooms are tidy, the bikes are clean. It is awesome!”
My perspective is that I am just glad to be able to offer them because I would have absolutely loved something like this. School camps were almost an addiction for me. The only reason I could handle my class at Intermediate was that we had four trips to Ngamuwahine that year. At one camp in primary school I cried after knocking out my front adult tooth on a water slide. I was just devastated because I would miss the last two days of camp.
At our Awhitu camp this year we had a massive 37 riders, and the conditions were dry. At one point the riders looked like they had come back from a war in the desert. We changed air filters half way through the first day, and that is quite a big job for that many bikes. But were they keen to get up early and ride the next day? You bet they were!
They got to ride on one of the many freeriding paddocks that are like a mini version of the dunes that the Crusty Demons used to ride. Split into two groups, they didn’t have to worry about running over each other, instead they could just race. There were even a few pointers that they learned along the way from our coaching sessions.
Of course you can’t forget the abundance of food on tap. We call the riders Locusts. This year they devoured a lamb on the spit, and another two back legs. And our time wouldn’t be complete without some kind of games, whether it be touch rugby, spotlight or bull rush.
I was quite humbled by Steve’s other comment though. He was saying how he appreciates my example as a role model. “It just wouldn’t be the same if you were some sort of half-drunk wild man.” My reply was to be careful how you define a wild man because some people might call me one. But I know what he was saying, and I think that could be the most important factor.