a ski story I told in 1978

One time I went skiing with my cousins. It was really cool. I had this one run . . . well, first I had to get off this ski lift. Man it was moving fast. I didn't fall or anything, though. So I adjusted my goggles, tucked my hair under my Raiders cap, and got ready. I knew this run was gonna be wild because it was totally steep. No. I mean really steep. Seriously, I was looking at it the whole way up the lift and I was like, "Whoa. No way." When I started it wasn't that tough. But then I was picking up speed really fast. I mean the trees were whizzing by like nothing. So then I start turning slightly and spraying snow. It was way cool. I was probably going 50 miles an hour. No joke. I was flying!!!! It's a good thing no one got in my way. I probably would've busted every bone in my body. I like those long runs. I hate those moguls. They totally get me. But there were these little bumps in the snow. And I was avoiding them. But then I was like, man, I'm gonna jump these. I hit the first one and, man, I was totally catching air, because, you know, I was flying!!!! I couldn't believe how far I was jumping. Now I know how Evel Knievel feels, just going fast and flying and stuff. I didn't even bite it. I was cooking down this hill which didn't even seem that steep. But I was flying!!!! I didn't even notice how cold it was outside. The whole time I didn't even fall -- and this one run was probably 10 miles long. It was so righteous. When I was done I just yelled "Yeaaahhhh". Everyone was kind of looking at me. They must've seen how fast I was going and all. Especially this one chick -- she was blonde -- but she was with a dude. It's like, why is she with him. The guy was a total loser. Whatever. It was the best run I had all day.