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Lorenzzo wrote:I agree it needs to be a sticky. FD is doing a good impersonation of Francois. We need to bring back the glory days of The Caddy Shack.
I can tell you this, these are the glory days of the stock market. I've never seen anything like it.
But back to snow. I had Vietnamese on Monday, Thai last night and leftovers today. Much more of this and before long I'll be driving like an idiot.
FamousDavis wrote:Lorenzzo wrote:I agree it needs to be a sticky. FD is doing a good impersonation of Francois. We need to bring back the glory days of The Caddy Shack.
I can tell you this, these are the glory days of the stock market. I've never seen anything like it.
But back to snow. I had Vietnamese on Monday, Thai last night and leftovers today. Much more of this and before long I'll be driving like an idiot.
Asking for you own post to be a 'sticky' is the equivalent of creating a nickname for yourself.
That being said, I love skiing but unfortunately I never do it. When I was younger I belonged to a skiing club named Tioga and we'd all take a bus to Lake Tahoe and ski Squaw Valley, Alpine Meadows, Northstar, Heavenly and Bear Valley. All awesome ski resorts with some incredible runs. That was back when a lift ticket cost $18 if you can believe that. In fact when I first started skiing, Squaw Valley would let you ski for free if you were under 10 years old. I started when I was 7. By the time I turned 10 I was better than Franz Klammer. Who, by the way, had the greatest downhill run in the Olympics of all time in 1976. Watch the video. It's an incredible downhill. Best ever. He went down that hill with reckless abandon and was literally flying down at certain points.
Then a question came up that we could help with so we offered our advice. He took an instant shine to us and what do you know we had a tag along! He turned out to be a really good guy, really gregarious and also an excellent skier. So he skiied with us the entire week. On the ski field he was always striking up conversations with other skiers in the lift queues etc. So he strikes up this conversation with this couple who later join us for dinner and the woman introduces me to her single friend who is now my wife. So I owe that dude. 
He has kept in touch these past 10 years. One of my buddies has been to the States three times and hooked up with him for ski trips. I think he is coming back to NZ this year but not to ski. Unfortunately 2003 was a particularly crap ski season in NZ and I think he was pretty unimpressed. Having said that even in a good year NZ can't compare to the US/Europe in terms of our skiing. We're just not far enough South and our fields are tiny. The snow line is just too high. On the plus side you can always golf if the conditions or the legs crap out.
Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago. I was on a ski trip in Queenstown with my buddies when we met this American dude from Boston on a ski trip on his own. It's funny, initially we thought he was a major pain in the ass. We were waiting in the queue to speak to the ski guide/concierge in our hotel with a question that would take about 30 seconds to answer. But this guy was going on and on. Everytime we thought he was finished, another question!
Unfortunately life has gotten in the way and I haven't skiied much these past 5 years. Maybe I'll try and rectify that this year. It gives you a reason to look forward to winter.
FamousDavis wrote:
This is just another example of how you and Tiger have a lot in common. Meeting your wife who skis, doing tag alongs. Whatever.
Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago. I was on a ski trip in Queenstown with my buddies when we met this American dude from Boston on a ski trip on his own. It's funny, initially we thought he was a major pain in the ass. We were waiting in the queue to speak to the ski guide/concierge in our hotel with a question that would take about 30 seconds to answer. But this guy was going on and on. Everytime we thought he was finished, another question!
Unfortunately life has gotten in the way and I haven't skiied much these past 5 years. Maybe I'll try and rectify that this year. It gives you a reason to look forward to winter.
Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago.
jmtbkr wrote:Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago.
So did I, tho it was 45 years ago! Good old Hunter Mountain. High school ski trip. I accidently skied into her near the base, where, if you know the crowds at hunter, is like being in a shopping mall at christmas. As I tried to untangle us, she put her pole down right thru the crotch of my pants, missing the boys by a hair. Split the pants up the middle. So off to the first aid station where they gave me a handfull of saftey pins to stitch my pants up with. On the way home on the bus, I hear a voice in the dark say, "How's your crotch?" That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship! I don't regret it.
Still skiing. We were at Killington 2 weeks ago, spring corn at the top, mud and straw at the bottom. made turns for two days and took the third day off.
jmtbkr wrote:Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago.
So did I, tho it was 45 years ago! Good old Hunter Mountain. High school ski trip. I accidently skied into her near the base, where, if you know the crowds at hunter, is like being in a shopping mall at christmas. As I tried to untangle us, she put her pole down right thru the crotch of my pants, missing the boys by a hair. Split the pants up the middle. So off to the first aid station where they gave me a handfull of saftey pins to stitch my pants up with. On the way home on the bus, I hear a voice in the dark say, "How's your crotch?" That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship! I don't regret it.
Still skiing. We were at Killington 2 weeks ago, spring corn at the top, mud and straw at the bottom. made turns for two days and took the third day off.
Mongrel wrote:jmtbkr wrote:Kiwigolfer wrote:I met my wife indirectly through skiing 10 years ago.
So did I, tho it was 45 years ago! Good old Hunter Mountain. High school ski trip. I accidently skied into her near the base, where, if you know the crowds at hunter, is like being in a shopping mall at christmas. As I tried to untangle us, she put her pole down right thru the crotch of my pants, missing the boys by a hair. Split the pants up the middle. So off to the first aid station where they gave me a handfull of saftey pins to stitch my pants up with. On the way home on the bus, I hear a voice in the dark say, "How's your crotch?" That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship! I don't regret it.
Still skiing. We were at Killington 2 weeks ago, spring corn at the top, mud and straw at the bottom. made turns for two days and took the third day off.
My friends and I used to drive down from Oneonta on Monday nights for the Hunter Mountain night skiing. Required equipment was one wineskin per guy and someone usually had a bag of pot. It was a gas. One of the guys had polio as a child and walked with a severe limp. This kid was from the Bronx and his parents had the forearm tattoos from the concentration camp. Anyway, the guy was a real over-achiever and played basketball and other sports and wanted to learn to ski. We got our gear strapped on and I showed him how to walk and skate uphill on skiis and how to do snowplow turns and stop. By the last run, he was able to follow me straight down the hill and never fell once.
Poe4soul wrote:My old receptionist's boyfriend, now ex, was a semi pro mountain biker. He went off the track in a race, he was winning, slammed his knee into a large tree and blew his femur out the back of his hip. No more racing and she broke up with him. Pretty sad thing to happen to a young man. He will have a few years of recovery. Not to mentions he lost her; she was a beautiful, tall, athletic, blond and very perky. Now married with children...
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Look, if you're telling me mountain biking could cost me smoking hot p.ussy, I'll quit now.
Lorenzzo wrote:Poe4soul wrote:My old receptionist's boyfriend, now ex, was a semi pro mountain biker. He went off the track in a race, he was winning, slammed his knee into a large tree and blew his femur out the back of his hip. No more racing and she broke up with him. Pretty sad thing to happen to a young man. He will have a few years of recovery. Not to mentions he lost her; she was a beautiful, tall, athletic, blond and very perky. Now married with children...
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Look, if you're telling me mountain biking could cost me smoking hot p.ussy, I'll quit now.
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I'm not telling you anything but I know my receptionist didn't go out with him because he hurled himself down mountains at near uncontrollable speeds. She did break up with him for being a retard and wanting to continue racing after he nearly killed himself. I'm sure if he biked with skill and some style but didn't have to try to prove himself on some stupid level he would still have her. Probably very similar to skiing. Hard to get a girl with severe brain trauma.
Not to mention the simple fact that if you break a hip, you're not going to be in the game any time soon. Hips are pretty important thing to have right behind a x-stiff shaft.
Poe4soul wrote:Lorenzzo wrote:Poe4soul wrote:My old receptionist's boyfriend, now ex, was a semi pro mountain biker. He went off the track in a race, he was winning, slammed his knee into a large tree and blew his femur out the back of his hip. No more racing and she broke up with him. Pretty sad thing to happen to a young man. He will have a few years of recovery. Not to mentions he lost her; she was a beautiful, tall, athletic, blond and very perky. Now married with children...
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Look, if you're telling me mountain biking could cost me smoking hot p.ussy, I'll quit now.
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I'm not telling you anything but I know my receptionist didn't go out with him because he hurled himself down mountains at near uncontrollable speeds. She did break up with him for being a retard and wanting to continue racing after he nearly killed himself. I'm sure if he biked with skill and some style but didn't have to try to prove himself on some stupid level he would still have her. Probably very similar to skiing. Hard to get a girl with severe brain trauma.
Not to mention the simple fact that if you break a hip, you're not going to be in the game any time soon. Hips are pretty important thing to have right behind a x-stiff shaft.
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I have to say I'm at greater risk this summer than I'd like. I'm hanging with experienced riders and while they aren't the crazy types they are damned athletic. So many people up here have sports backgrounds it's like jock mecca. My riding companions have been down most of the trails we ride many times whereas for me the terrain is often new. Given this it's hard not to fall behind while staying in your comfort zone. I try and have chicks with us so I won't bring up the rear although the wrong chicks and the rear is mine.
There will be payback when we ski together.
Lorenzzo wrote:Poe4soul wrote:Lorenzzo wrote:Poe4soul wrote:My old receptionist's boyfriend, now ex, was a semi pro mountain biker. He went off the track in a race, he was winning, slammed his knee into a large tree and blew his femur out the back of his hip. No more racing and she broke up with him. Pretty sad thing to happen to a young man. He will have a few years of recovery. Not to mentions he lost her; she was a beautiful, tall, athletic, blond and very perky. Now married with children...
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Look, if you're telling me mountain biking could cost me smoking hot p.ussy, I'll quit now.
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I'm not telling you anything but I know my receptionist didn't go out with him because he hurled himself down mountains at near uncontrollable speeds. She did break up with him for being a retard and wanting to continue racing after he nearly killed himself. I'm sure if he biked with skill and some style but didn't have to try to prove himself on some stupid level he would still have her. Probably very similar to skiing. Hard to get a girl with severe brain trauma.
Not to mention the simple fact that if you break a hip, you're not going to be in the game any time soon. Hips are pretty important thing to have right behind a x-stiff shaft.
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I have to say I'm at greater risk this summer than I'd like. I'm hanging with experienced riders and while they aren't the crazy types they are damned athletic. So many people up here have sports backgrounds it's like jock mecca. My riding companions have been down most of the trails we ride many times whereas for me the terrain is often new. Given this it's hard not to fall behind while staying in your comfort zone. I try and have chicks with us so I won't bring up the rear although the wrong chicks and the rear is mine.
There will be payback when we ski together.
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A coworker of mine grew up in a redneck town outside of portland. He wasn't into the hunting scene so each year during hunting season he would poach their girl friends. He said it was easy. Just show to the bar and he'd have drinks bought. The odds were about 8 to 1. Not being the most macho guy in a crowd can have it's advantages especially when the guys are trying to one up each other. Just don't start break dancing or playing the piano. Those are two things you can never overcome.
Your new home reminds me of Hood River, OR. It's big for windsurfing and kiteboarding. Many, many trustafarians. They water and mountain biking in the summer and then slopes in the winter. It's a serious sausage town. The town is seriously short of pockets.
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