This is what happens when you concentrate everything you want out of a jib ski into a single beam of pure mutant radiation, add a healthy dose of black magic, and then sit back and watch it grow.
What happens when you juice up a Wildcat with a blood transfusion from a Commander? Call it a freeride ski that doesn’t demand cash upfront for the damage or maybe a more supportive freestyle ski that locks in a helluva lot quicker.
From the looks of things, you’re getting wise—we’ve been preaching the Triple Camber gospel now for well over a decade and the cult only grows, and it all started right here.
The Wildcat 101 isn’t just the begrudging youngest child of the Wildcat family—it’s the culmination of all we’ve learned after years of coaching its bigger siblings in the art of skiing anything, anywhere, anytime.