Well put!Originally posted by chromegoddess
yeah! the sound ... nothingness while the chair chugs along (at a SNAILS PACE!!) ... then a little rattle, or some crunching heard in the distance.....then some shale heard under braking power....the dreary woods packed with twisting trails through un-sprung trees, slick roots, you can spy for hundreds of yards until the thick lush green takes over sometime this month. the trails comes alive as brightly colored jerseys and bikes pick their way through. watch 'em flow. skipping over earths magnificent undulations. a train of riders. or just one. you see a near-death mishap and a miraculous recovery....but not without a howling hoot of relief mixed with glee. directed at whom? the trees? the rocks? the chair lift eavesdroppers? sometimes i can't help it and a yelpping call explodes from my lungs as i sit not-so-patiently for the chair to deliver me to the top. yeeeeeeehaaaaaaawwww!
giddyup downhill.
We must meet and ride next sometime.....I like your approach and the way you view the sport!