Tues 28th: 55 degrees and snow melting
Wed 29th: 21 degrees 8 inches of snow dropped shaaabang!
Thur 30th: 45 degrees and sunny
Cali is awesome!
The drivers are even better. I bitched and moaned already about the trip up, and now it's time to rant about the trip down.
The road down/up is a highway. 55 mighty miles per hour. Granted we're going down/up a mtn, but there are courtesy signs to let you know what's up.
I wait till noon today so that the ice has had sufficient time to melt on the roads. The road has some residual H2O and dirt. Nothing more. Not a speck of ice or snow.
These fucking flatlanders and their obnoxious tire rings aka chains with max speeds of a whopping 30 mph are everywhere. Like a fucking ice cream cone dropped on an ant hill. Swarming. Swerving. Puttsing down the fucking mtn. Sometimes we got up tooooooo....wait for iiiiit....36 MILES PER HOUR.
I was fucking going insane. Two lane highway wrapping around mtn sides couldn't hold me back as I red lined my beast in 2nd gear around about 30 cars. A couple close adrenaline pumpers but that's usually a given.
And then we stop. A good solid 13 minutes just fucking sitting there because some rich pos driving a beamer can't stay on the fucking highway and needs a tow.
Two lane highway.
Tow truck.
Rich beamer fuckstick. adfskglnalksngfvklsdfngvlknw rlk
It was an extra hour and half drive. Thank you. Please come back to my little town again with your 3500$ snowboarding getup as you ride the bunny slopes all day or get blasted with powder as I shred past ur kooky ass posted up in the middle of the run.
Now to more enlightening stuff. I wanted to post up there, but the service I steal blows and the mac won't recognize my phone blah blah blah
Quick synopsis of Wednesday.
My lil bro wanted to learn how to board, so we hit the slopes during the storm. Powder everywhere and minimal flatlanders because they can't crawl up the mtn when it's snowing. It really is absurd to watch these people drive in snow.
Anyways, epic day with no complaints. I was warm from the midsection up but skipped the longjohns to my lower half's dismay. My scrotum was shrived worse than a prune that's been sunbaked in the Mojave desert, testicles were tickling the esophagus, 3 inch ice crystals in the shape of Spartan spears dangled precariously off my ass hairs and couldn't see a 100 feet in front of me.
I was grinning ear to ear like a 12 year old on Marti Gras who just laid his orbs on a firm set of double D's wobbling to and fro so close he could reach out and pinch those perky nips.
It was a fucking blast!
I have a cabin on a hill up there with one old hag who is cop happy and hates anything remotely entertaining or fun in life. The cops were called no less that 4 times on me for the following reasons.
Kneeboarding up/down the hill while getting towed by a quad.
Tubing that same hill with powder dusting the face and spinning in uncontrollable circles.
Building snow porn in the front yard.
All neighbors were laughing, taking pics etc. Shit, even the first cop was getting a kick out of it. He rolled up n said there was a complaint about some snowmen and that we'd have to tear it down if another call came in. Before he left though he busted out the phone for some quick snapshots. Next year the street has agreed to collaborate and erect snowporn in every yard. Old hag's gonna shit a brick lolz
Enjoy the pics
Welcome aboard moosenator. Epic 1st post as ecpected.
Peace the fuck out
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lolol
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