I spent this past weekend at a "family-oriented resort" for New Years with some friends because one of my buddies has a cabin there and as was to be expected the gapers were in full force.
There were many notable encounters with them however one in particular stands out from the rest. Me and my friends were messing around on our way to the park and we were all hitting this small tranny in a pretty open area at very low speeds because it was mostly flat. I was the last in our line and decided I was going to boost it without popping up and just land squatted to look extra stupid. I executed my plan and landed more backseat than anticipated so I just rode it out lazyboy for an unnecessary distance but as I un-lazyboyed I noticed the sound of someone riding pretty close behind me so I looked back only to see a large middle aged man in jeans and a windbreaker pizzaing to slow down to tell me something. He then informed me in a thick Texas accent that he had caught my "trick" on his chest-mounted GoPro and that he could send me the footy, but he chuckled and frenchfried off before I could say anything. Realizing he had just burned me I looked around in disbelief for my friends hoping that they had witnessed this but they were gone and to my dismay I was greeted only by one-piece suits, obscenely long poles, and goggle bands stretched thinly over rented helmets giggling and riding slowly past as I pulled myself up and brushed the snow off my tall tees. And it was in this moment that I was the gaper.
Feel free to share your own gaper run-ins/encounters/frustrations from this holiday season. I have plenty of other stories as well if anyone wants to read those too.