Yesterday at Afton. Thinking about that time before where I was amazed that I hadn't gone in the previous four years. Looking down at the tags on my jacket, I realized that was four years ago. I swear the older I get the faster time goes.
The snow was deep yesterday as you may remember. The somewhat sketchy drive brought back memories of other last minute weather-inspired dashes - I thought about the boys more than once and wished they could have been there with me. The snow was thick and still falling, slowing the midwestern mountain even more, but if you grabbed some speed at the top you could flow through consecutive edges and islands of untouched. I had a better time than that picture looks, but boy without the commuting fitness and with all of the extra old, I rode three hours and was happy to drag my board back to the car. A good three hours though.
As I stood back up from the boot changing event at the driver's door two youngers slowly walk by with their eyes and conversation on my trunk-leaning snow rocket, straining my ears I assume they're blown away by the beautiful, top-quality, Boardercross-oriented, Made in Austria, (and I guess now vintage!) Shaun Palmer deck.
They're marveling that anyone rides step-ins. Nice.
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I cut the tags off that night
for a couple of beers, and a game of pool
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