I knew I was Ski JunkieI knew I was a Junkie as a Kid,
:When my friends were all out playing and having a great time I was trying to get someone to take me to Ski Dazzle.
:When asked what I wanted for my B-Day, a subsrciption to Skiing Magazine.
:When I would be at a sporting goods store in the Summer I would b-line it too the ski vacation brochure rack and start loading up on next years brochures just so I could look at the pictures.
:I would save my allowance so I could go to the Orange Swap meet and buy ski equipment.
I Knew I was a junkie when I got my drivers license:
:When I went to the junk yard bought an old pair of rims, had snow tires installed on them then sat in my garage till 4am inserting studs. Then to go to the mountains, (SoCal) by throwing the studded tires in the back of a Karmann Ghia and if the mountains required chains stopping and changing tires, so I did'nt have to dick around with chains.
:Knowing the exact distance from the front passenger fire wall to the rear window sill of the Karmann Ghia so that when I bought a pair of skis they would fit in the car, (Before I could affort ski racks)
: Rigging the surf racks so that ski's could be used on them without slipping off.
Driving to Mammoth from SoCal and having the accelator cable in My Karmann Ghia break in the middle of the desert, then tying every available shoe lace we had together, rigging it too the carb linkage and having the shoe lace go through the front window, just so we could complete the trip. Oh, and you could roll the window up against the shoe lace and you had cruise control.
: Working all day at a fast food restaurant, getting off at five and then driving two hours to get in 1.5 hours of night skiing and then turning around and going home,just so you could repeat the process the next day.
:Part of your dating requirements was the ability of your date to be able to ski blues to hard blues, be willing to drop what she was doing to go on a date which ment Saturday Night, Night Skiing.
I knew I was a junkie when I started college;
: Working till midnight at a fast food restaurant, and during your shift you and your buddies decide that you can get a good half day skiing in the next day at Mammoth if you leave right after work, drive 365 miles, ski till 1:00 pm and then turn around and drive back so you can get to your college night class that starts at 7 pm.
: arranging your college schedule so that you go to school Tues and Thurs from 7am till 10 pm so that you had a good 4 to 5 solid ski days available.
: Getting a job in the summer at the local ski resort doing lift mechanic maintenance and then telling the owners of the resort at the end of the summer, hey thanks for the bi-weekly pay checks and the season pass, I would have worked for the pass, and you could have bonused me the checks.
:Hooking up with local mountain friends in the summer that knew the secret hike and ski areas in the local mountains that still had snow in the bowls.
:Living in Orange County yet all your friends are two hours away in Big Bear Mountain.
:The day your mountain friends stopped calling you a flat lander and referred to you as one of there own, Mountain Folk.
:Going to the L.A. car show in January just to see what the latest 4wheel drive mountain cars would be.
:Being one of the first people in the U.S. to own the Subaru 4wheel drive hatchback that came out in the late 70's. Then putting some 300,000 miles on it in just a few years, 65,000 the first year I owned it, 80% ski miles. (Side note, my dad flipped when he saw the mileage after about 4 months)
: Making a trip to Liquer Barn at the start of every seaons and loading up on beer and Jack Daniels, so you could pass it out to all your lifty buddies at your local mountain. This way on a crowded weekends when the average person was lucky to get 10 to 12 runs in a day you were taking a break at lunch at 20 then finishing up the day at 4 with 50 good runs. This technique also got you a weekend crash pad locally when you needed it, plus when you brought your family or best friends that did'nt have season passes, it got them free skiing. Side note: we would bury J.D., and Yigger at designated areas in the trees so there was always something available throughout the season.
: Making a trip to Tahoe with four guys loaded in a Subaru Hatchback for a 12 hour drive through one of the worst blizzards in the Sierras in recorded history, too stay four days and get only about a half day of semi-good skiing in, and then saying after the trip, "Man that was a great ski trip, worth every minute of missery"