The antics on the tram were fun (as always). My second ride up, I guess people were being unusually slow and the tram operator was telling people to hurry up ( not me though, he knows I'm always last ). Then this guy goes, "there's the enforcer ( talking about me, LOL ), he'll get everybody pushed back into the tram". Just to be clear, I'm NEVER a jerk getting on the tram, but I do like being last on ( it's my spot ), and I do make sure people move back ( as they're supposed to), but now I'm known as the enforcer, lol. OK, yes I kind of like it.
While riding up, this guy next to me started asking me tons of questions: You don't see big guys like you up here on the ski hill ( he's right it seems most skiers are little skinny guys ), you ever break your bindings off your skis? I'm surprised you float in the powder on those, ( I replied that although they're powder skis ( my 105mm's ) they aren't *my* powder skis, my powder skis are 140 mm under foot. ) "How much do you weigh? (330) What team did you play for?" ( I played golf in high school, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking about high school. )... LOL.
In talking to him though, I did have a thought, I bet with my added muscle mass and strength I could drive the crap out of a golf ball, but I bet with the right driver ( which I don't have, my clubs are too short ) I could really drive one FAR. I may have to try sometime.
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