I recently went cross country with some friends in the Bay o' Thunder. One is a killer down hill skiier, the other a never skiier, and me a Jackrabbits alumna. Fun abounded. The first crash by the never skiier was spectacular. Careening down her first hill at a whopping 1km/h, she became clausterphobic of the tracks and aborted the mission. Skis like chopsticks in a piping hot bowl of tangled noodle legs.
Style points: 10
Crowd applause: 9.5
Recovery: spectacular
The killer down hill skiier was also wierded out by the tracks. Who knew two ruts in the snow could be so threatening? Anyway, she freestyled -a combo of classic and skate - the whole way and snapped pix. Very impressed. Sadly no photographic record of the never skiier crash. Very disappointed.
Style points: 10
Pix: Still waiting . . . Grrrrrr ;)
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i love the "chopstick noodle legs" descriptor!
No one can sing it better than Chicago, "you're the meaning in my life, you're my inspiration." :P
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