I dominated the bunny slopes at Crystal Mountain today.
Some say I overused the stiff arm and The Flipper, but I just ride hard. If there’s a five year old tip toe-ing around like she’s in a taffy pull, she’s going to get run over. Simple as that. If you are going to ride, ride on the brink of death.
I’m “slightly” sore now. I’m sure I will feel like a spring chicken in the morning.
Just remember, little children are like packing peanuts. They protect you from accidental breakage. If you french-fried when you were suppposed to pizza, aim those 160’s at a pair of twins and grab on for dear life.