this is so true. the guy that creamed me was wearing one of those space age stealth suits that looked like a diving outfit, complete with aerodynamic helmet...ahhaha.
but i did find the exception to the rule. i met this guy when i first got there named steve i think. i cant exactly remember, BUT i do remember him getting out of the car with white hair (yes, he was probably 60+) and pulling a k2 fat bob from the mid 90's out of the back of his land rover, wearing a full on burton snowboard outfit designed for my generation. best of all, and this is why i had to meet him, he was sporting switch type-x bindings. these were my all time fav step ins, but finding boots to fit them were a major problem, especially in the south. a fat bob with switch x's was my dream setup when i bought my k2 dart soooo many years ago.
I found this on another site, i'm not anywhere near 47 but still think this is funny,
Snow Immobile By Dave Barry
When you're 47 years old, you sometimes hear a small voice inside you that says: "Just because you've reached middle age, that doesn't mean you shouldn't take on new challenges and seek new adventures. You get only one ride on this crazy carousel we call life, and by golly you should make the most of it."
This is the voice of Satan.
I know this because recently, on a mountain in Idaho, I listened to this voice, and as a result my body feels as though it has been used as a trampoline by the Budweiser Clydesdales.
I am currently on an all-painkiller diet. "I'll have a black coffee and 250 Advil tablets" is a typical breakfast order for me these days.
This is because I went snowboarding.
For those of you who, for whatever reason, such as a will to live, do not participate in downhill winter sports, I should explain that snowboarding is an activity...
