Skiing is one of the many ways i get to practice my true calling: standing around waiting for basom.
Skiing is one of the many ways i get to practice my true calling: standing around waiting for basom.
Originally posted by mildbill.
Skiing is one of the many ways i get to practice my true calling: standing around bitching about my boots and waiting for basom.
well, the bitching about hte boots is just a side-effect. like, that's why i like riding, because i can stand around waiting for you while wearing vans instead.
Without skiing, I wouldn't have found this place, and without this place, I'd never be able to enjoy the banter between basom and mildbill.
Seriously, you two have elevated it to an art form.
Originally posted by mildbill.
well, the bitching about hte boots is just a side-effect. like, that's why i like riding, because i can stand around waiting for you while wearing vans and clubbing my new bike with a giant log instead.
edit: pronounsOriginally posted by mildbill
well, the bitching about hte boots is just a side-effect. like, that's why i like riding, because i can stand around waiting for you while wearing vans and clubbing my new bike with a giant log, stretching out my arms and back in preparation for restraining you from fighting with police officers when you get here, if your slow ass would ever show up.
Last edited by mildbill.; 09-16-2004 at 10:32 AM.
Originally posted by mildbill.
i am hillarious
Originally posted by basom
i need to check my hotmail
Sorry to interrupt the Bason and Bill Show, but...
The thing I really like about skiing is the amount of responsibilty you have to take for yourself. There are very few opportunities in every day life to be in a life-threatening situation where you are the only one resposible for your actions. Sure, diriving on the freeway is dangerous, but if you die, it's just as likey to be other guy's fault. On the other hand, if you're traversing across the top of a cliff and slip, it's pretty much your fault and your fault alone.
I just don't feel alive unless I'm doing something risky. I love that feeling of "Someone else could get seriously injured here, but I know myself, and I'm going to be able to do this."
I'll add;
Powder skiing is bliss. Nothing on this earth makes me as happy as porpoise-turns in deep snow. Sliding on top of the snow is great, but powderskiing is skiing on three dimensions. You aren't on solid ground, you're travelling THROUGH a medium of air and frozen water particles.
What I like about skiing is hanging out in Boston with basom and mildbill.
goddammit, tom logoff!
splat
my edge.
but seriously. Hoots in the woods on a pow day.
"The trouble with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money" --Margaret Thatcher
My pops put me on skis as soon as I could walk. One of my favorite pics is of him strapping little plastic skis to my ski boots. He would prop me up on the snow banks around our house and that was my first ski hill. My dad was on the U.S. ski team, and after that, raced professionally. My earliest memories were traveling with my mom to my dad's races. As soon as he was done racing, we went skiing. That was the best, propped up on my dad's poles as he carried me all over the hill. And that was where it all started...Since that time, skiing is our bond.
The sport itself has given me the confidence as an athlete that extends into all my other sports, and my life in general. The culture of skiing is the basis of my identity. My vacations are based around the mountains and most of the time skiing. My best friends are my ski buddies. And the person who I choose to spend the rest of my life with will be a skier.
There is no therapy quite like a day on the hill. It is during season that I am most disciplined- take care of my body so that I can ski; get my work done so that I can ski; save my money so that I can ski...and there is a reason. It's not just a sport that I participate in, it's not just a hobby...it's an addiction.
"You look like you just got schnitzled..."
I'll see your porpoise-turns and raise you one high speed floating turn into a fat pillow and subsequent implosion/explosion of said pillow as it vaporizes and ensconces you in the white room only to emerge moments later in search of the next target.Originally posted by homerjay
I'll add;
Powder skiing is bliss. Nothing on this earth makes me as happy as porpoise-turns in deep snow. Sliding on top of the snow is great, but powderskiing is skiing on three dimensions. You aren't on solid ground, you're travelling THROUGH a medium of air and frozen water particles.
Edit to add:
FKNA I love deep snow and fat skis.
hahahahaha.Originally posted by Idris
What I like about skiing is hanging out in Boston with basom and mildbill.
goddammit, tom logoff!
splat
the skiing on my back porch is fucking gnar!
Freedom. Confidence. Exhiliration. Powder. Looking up at a mountain after an epic, 6000 vertical foot run and realizing how small you really are. Insignificance. Being no more, and no less than yourself, alone, floating.
Silence. Trees early in the morning in whiteouts. Whiteouts.
Lifts. Creaking chairs and driven snow. Muffled conversation about skis.
Weightlessness. The intangible beauty of a moment of freefall. Seperated from body and mind, existing outside of the normal medium of existence.
The spring of a ski leaving a turn, launching your body across as the skis plunge into the snow again.
Snow blowing over your head and then *poof* its all clear and you're airborne and you think you're going to die oh shit its over im not gunna stick it ahhhhhhhhh *poof.* utter silence. complete stop. the world slowly re-emerges as the snow settles around you and you realize that you're moving, slowly now, in chest deep powder where you landed.
Looking uphill to realize you conquered a line that scared you.
Realizing that the mountain can never be conquered. There will always be more. That's the beauty of skiing.
Looking down on a line visualizing it, seconds later not thinking anything just noticing the whoosh as you accelirate.
Having those days where everything just works the snow is perfect, lines you have done before now they are efortless; youre skiing smoother, faster than you ever had before.
Hitting pow pockets at speed, letting the pow just bolw up around you... trully sick..
josin bad now thanx
its all about pushing youre limits and having fun at the same time. each time i stomp a bigger clif hick or a bigger line i feel alive and ready to take on more. its the inner feelings that make it. cool stuff guys
still keepin' it real for the ladies!
Or so you have heard, right?Originally posted by seldon
Looking up at a mountain after an epic, 6000 vertical foot run and realizing how small you really are.
I went out there in search of experience. To taste, and to touch, and to feel as much as a man can, before he repents.
I like stomping hicks too.Originally posted by HRDCORESNOWRIDE
its all about pushing youre limits and having fun at the same time. each time i stomp a bigger clif hick or a bigger line i feel alive and ready to take on more. its the inner feelings that make it. cool stuff guys
ooops, meant to say hucksMy bad
still keepin' it real for the ladies!
Two pictures, and one word: VerbierOriginally posted by Canuk
Or so you have heard, right?
http://www.biglines.com/photos/blpic16728.jpg
http://www.biglines.com/photos/blpic16731.jpg
^
fair enough.
I went out there in search of experience. To taste, and to touch, and to feel as much as a man can, before he repents.
I didn't think I would see a better view today than the one I wittnessed from the top of a bluff overlooking the Mississippi River this morning. I guess I was wrong. Amazing pictures.Originally posted by seldon
Two pictures, and one word: Verbier
http://www.biglines.com/photos/blpic16728.jpg
http://www.biglines.com/photos/blpic16731.jpg
The Small stuff is often what I miss most.
The feeling and sound of clicking in.
Hearing a buddy racheting down his snow board bindings.
The rattle, squeak or bump of a chairlift.
The sound of skins peeling apart.
The rush to boot up in the parking lot on a powder day.
Patrol bombing the hill.
The bleep of a beacon check.
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