ok soo heres what went on..... today i was skiing and had first hit on the big park.. 360 the boooter and hip with cross tail on each and was getting all the rails and a 270 out here and there (mostly on the up shotty and C box) my morning is going soo good.. and continues to. Im saying to myself on the chairlift "i need to 7 NOW", booter, not enough air time..... hip=YES.. soo i meet up with Bogart at the chair.. we are talking, goo in mini.. 270 pretzl 270 out of the box at the end of mini park ( i was soooooo pump about it) go up the chair lift, me and Bogart are doing trains through out the park throw out the day...
well it was our last run and i say to Bogart "you know i really need to get this 7 out of me" and big park it is for our last run.. i hit the booter and do the ushaul 360 cross inching my way to true tail landed perfect.. i come into the hip and dident want to knuckle soo i boosted it with fat speeds and as everyone who skis at bristol and in the park should know that the hip pops hardcore and i spun my 7 and i noticed off the take off that i spun my right arm over my left shoulder and i tucked myself in to a ball with a cross up and i over shot and nearly landed flat and i also over rotated but rode it out.. Bogart comes down and is like....shitt Dylan you did cork and im like uhhhhhhhh i dident mean to. and he said ya, it looked really clean and steezy and im like ok sounds good.
so i dident even mean to do it but i reamember very good of how i took off at the lip of the jump and im very confedent that i will suceed and stomp it on purpose this time.
so it was a pretty ausome day but then it started getting very very shitty out becus of all the gappers in tha park that i were about to fuckin kill becus they were all on the jumps of the rails and all over like grasshoppers in Kansas