kidding, everyone knows its all about dat racer ass......
I always imagine a romeo and juliet style romance that can never be, between myself as a free skier and a female racer.
Her dad would be a hardcore race coach and never let her bring a steezy motherfucker like me around; wearing outerwear for maximum air drag.
Our romance would of course begin on the mountain, where we take notice of each other when our paths first cross.
She would be at GS practice and I would fly past the course emerging though the trees and throwing a mean front off a roller as I fade out of view.
After a few more sightings of each other at a distance on the mountain/ around the town, paired with a mutual admiration of each other that builds with every day, fate blesses us one friday.
In some freak lift line accident we end up on a high speed quad alone. The moment finally comes and we meet each other. To our hidden joy, the lift breaks down mid ride.
We sit there for what seems like an eternity, discussing our love for skiing, our dreams, our separate pasts, our united future..
After what must be dozens of minutes of talking, the sun begins to set, we get passionate on the lift (Maybe a gondola instead)
..What starts with light kisses ends in a sexual blaze.
But then we come to realize the lift has still not started moving, and it seemed like more then an eternity at this point...
We come to our senses as it becomes dark, have we been forgotten about on the lift? How could that ever be possible, were sure theyll get us down soon
We have been forgotten on the lift.
Packs of wolves begin to hoard underneath the lift
Can this be it? We've just met and yet the end seems so close
Its becomes colder and colder, we struggle to keep warm..
I pull out my chillum and take a refreshing hit of reefer
munchies take over as I have eaten all of my crunchy Nature Valley® bars
I apologize profusely to the love of my life, and then consume her for energy/nutrients.
My face when I realize I forgot my Sriracha in the cabin -
