GO IN DEEPER, COME OUT HARDER
The training Danny and his talented protégés have developed over 25 years is simple but nuanced, and focuses on four obvious yet frustratingly illusive steps. During several half-hour lectures and over ten hours of track time over two days, Danny and his instructors—World Superbike standouts and aspiring road-race pros mostly, with the occasional dirt track legend or retired MotoGP star thrown in for good measure—badger and browbeat you into compliance with witty tips and tricks over a bullhorn, or right in your ear from the seat of a minibike passing you on the outside. That's right—these teachers don't merely teach, they rub their finely-honed track craft in your muddy face lap after exhausting lap. Watching each 10-man session from the stands looks like a Chinese fire drill at a flea circus; elbows flying, bodies falling, minibikes bouncing off hay bales faster than Danny can scream, "push down on the inside grip and r-o-l-l-l-l on the throttle, cupcake!" After each moto of ten students has practiced each drill two times in both directions, Danny calls the whole class to order to explain another skillset. When everyone is sufficiently smoked from the first four hours of track time, Danny magically shows up with tasty catering. Over Olive Garden or El Polo Loco, eager students break bread with helpful teachers to learn about life in the fast lane, or at least as fast as it gets on a 10-horse trail bike in a muddy bull ring.
TEN PONIES IS PLENTY
Cynics and tough guys might be mumbling, "Ain't no dirt-track clown gonna smoke my ass on a shitty little 125!" Spoiler alert. Unless you live on the sharp end of the expert pack at your local MX park, you probably aren't fast enough to carry Danny's knee braces. at 5-foot-8 and 240 in riding gear, Danny Walker and I displace roughly the same amount of salsa at an all-you-can-eat taco bar. In one seven-lap speed session on day-two, the 54-year-old founder of Supercamp lapped me. Twice. The knowledge Danny and his fellow instructors impart for $550 per student is gold, and will make anyone regardless of bravery or experience a better rider, guaranteed. I paid attention, took notes, tried hard and still got passed by a third of the guys on our payroll. As the sun set on our second and final day of class, the guys and gal on Team Biltwell swapped stories of skills mastered, crashes survived and Tylenol swallowed. Two days after class my back was so jacked I couldn't stand up to pee. To anyone but the biggest bad ass on planet Dirt, American Supercamp is a bucket list experience you can't miss. -McGooMore info: American Supercamp