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What is your Funniest Skiing Story?

post #1 of 38
Thread Starter 
Mine is we went up to Snow Summit in So Cal 23 years ago in college and stayed at the bungalows down by the lifts. Anyway we woke up one morning all hungover bright and early one morning and the place had probably gotten a few inches of snow during the night. My friend and I were the first to get into this lift chair that morning and there was probably a couple inches of snow on the seat. We just sat on it because we were too hung over to care. Apparently our sitting of the chair must have melted the snow a bit and by the time we reached the top of the mountain had refrosen itself gluing our ski pants to the chair. As I sat up from the chair I felt a big tug on my pants which luckily broke away. The next thing I know I here Tarzan bugling away (aha-aha-aaaaaaaa) and turn around so see my friend hanging upside down from the chair by his pants about 8 to 10 feet in the air with nowhere to go and too far out of reach for anyone to help him. About 5 seconds later he came crashing down on his head and I fell to the ground laughing my butt off. The ski lift operator was laughing so hard he practically wet himself saying in 5 years he had never seen that stunt before! The best part was my friend had a chunk of ice stuck to his butt! It was beyond hysterical for two of the three of us!

Joe
post #2 of 38
Thread Starter 
Hopefully you got a laugh out of that and will post your stories!

Joe
post #3 of 38
One time Bode and me were in Europe skiing drunk. We'd have a few beers in one chalet, then ski to the next chalet, have some shots, and so on. It was super funny, because for some reason, 60 Minutes was there, and so was the rest of the media. Bob Simon bought a whole bunch of Jager-bombs, and then he puked in a ski boot. Barbara Walters tried to make us cry, but we laughed in that old bitch's face!! HA! That won't wook on us, Babwa Wawa!! Bode kept showing off his big beer belly. HA! Actually, like I said, I was drunk, but man can I ski. FAST. But I don't really care to. But still better than that stinky backwoods hippy, I tell you. I think the whole world was there. They were loud. They kept asking us why we ski drunk. But we skied away real fast like, and they couldn't catch us because Bode and me have really fast Atomics that are actually Volkls or something goofy like that. Phil Mahre was pissed. Then millions of people argued about us on the internet. See? Funny.

-The End
post #4 of 38

bez

Retract this "story" or the photos of you and Babawa Walters in the hot tub are going to be in the National Enquirer ... it is not a "pretty scene" either.
post #5 of 38
My first time skiing back in the late 80's. My idiot brother and I were at Mary Jane. He had been skiing for a few years and put me on a set of 200+ cm Atomics.

After making sure I could keep my balance throught the lift line, he made the pronouncement that "you are atheletic enough and have good enough balance that this will be easy!" We took the summit express lift and started down Whistle Stop, an easy green run.

I found it difficult, but did not fall and thought "this is not so bad". That was right before we fell of the face of the friggin earth. He turns on to Mary Jane and it was pretty icy. If you have run Mary Jane you know you drop a couple of hundred verticle and then the run turns left.

My problem was that I had no idea how to turn at speed, and worse yet, how to stop! He had not even shown me how to snow plow. As I am approaching the trees, I decide it would be best to just fall over backwards. Momentum took me into the trees about ten feet. I did not hit anything, but had to dig my way back to the run.

Needless to say, I was not very happy. I got back on the skis and pointed them down the hill. When I felt my heat shields burning, I decided to fall over backward again. This time it was on ice so I slid about a hundred yards.

Two more of these episodes and I am approaching the bottom. My brother, meanwhile is always about a fifty yards ahead of me telling me what I am doing wrong. He is making these turning jestures that looks like a horrific disco dance.

As i approached the bottom, he was standing before the lift line waiting. I was a football player, and instinct kicked in. I took him out at about 20mph! It was a great feeling. He then had the nerve to bitch and moan about how I could have killed him! It was very satifsying.

I took a lesson and am still skiing today.
post #6 of 38

Copper Mtn.

The day started at the poma lift. Me and my buddy Blake rode it up and were waiting for our buddy Sean. We were checking out Spaulding when we heard Sean yelling, "Hey Blake....the whole way. The WHOLE way!" He was pointing at the jackass in front of him that had fallen at the very beginning and was dragging himself up the whole friggin way, legs bent and skis in the air. It was funny to see this moron draggin, but even funnier to have my buddy yelling and laughing at him.
Later on that day, our buddy Kevin was having his first day on the slopes in 2 yrs. We brought him to Spaulding to check out the gnarly cornice that had formed. Anyway, we skied all the way down towards the patrol shack and it was pretty wind blown and hard. Right by the edge where we stopped it was deep pow. I skidded to a stop and then so did Blake. We were looking over the cornice to try and find the best drop in when a cloud of snow and a screaming Kevin flew by me head over heels over the cornice. He totally caught an edge and supermanned over the cornice like 15 - 20 feet. Landed pretty much face first and cartwheeled a few times, gear flying everywhere. A video camera would have done a million times better telling this story, but it was hilarious. Seeing your buddy in a near death situation is always humurous.
post #7 of 38

Copper Mtn.

The day started at the poma lift. Me and my buddy Blake rode it up and were waiting for our buddy Sean. We were checking out Spaulding when we heard Sean yelling, "Hey Blake....the whole way. The WHOLE way!" He was pointing at the jackass in front of him that had fallen at the very beginning and was dragging himself up the whole friggin way, legs bent and skis in the air. It was funny to see this moron draggin, but even funnier to have my buddy yelling and laughing at him.
Later on that day, our buddy Kevin was having his first day on the slopes in 2 yrs. We brought him to Spaulding to check out the gnarly cornice that had formed. Anyway, we skied all the way down towards the patrol shack and it was pretty wind blown and hard. Right by the edge where we stopped it was deep pow. I skidded to a stop and then so did Blake. We were looking over the cornice to try and find the best drop in when a cloud of snow and a screaming Kevin flew by me head over heels over the cornice. He totally caught an edge and supermanned over the cornice like 15 - 20 feet. Landed pretty much face first and cartwheeled a few times, gear flying everywhere. A video camera would have done a million times better telling this story, but it was hilarious. Seeing your buddy in a near death situation is always humurous.
post #8 of 38
Spring 1976 High School senior. Major spring snow, decide to blow off school and go mid week to Alpine Valley, small place in SW Wisconsin. Get in buddys' Pinto, slog up interstate from Chicago, onto side road to hill. Side road (WI state highway) not really plowed, only tire ruts, ruts sometimes too low for Pinto to not get stuck on snow in middle, tons of get out + push, about 2 hours to go maybe 20 miles. Arrive exhausted about 10 am. Buddy never skied before. Both get rentals head toward lift. Buddy has beautiful fully knitted Budweiser sweater on, looks exactly like can of Bud. Head toward lift, get on, seats still pretty snowy, lift takes very big swing right after sitting down, buddy does instant eject into massive snow pile the lifties have blown from lift area. Falls into pile in classic X pattern, probably about 2 feet down into pile. Can only see skis from boots backward, for a few seconds. Buddy struggles out of pile and for some reason, the snow doesn't stay on Bud sweater, but is hugely on his face and hat. All around die laughing, as he looks like a freshly cracked open can of bud that was just slightly shaken and the foam comes out!!!! Oh for a digi cam!!!!!!
post #9 of 38
I have very funny stories but here is just a quick one:

Scuzzy telemark buddy to gaper woman on chair bragging about her new one piece suit; "GOD lady you paid twenty two hunerd dollars for THAT FART BAG".
post #10 of 38
OK Ill try to make it short,

6 Marines skiing Snow summit or Gold Mine 1982,

day started and 1 guy will call mouse starts on a bottle of peppermint schnapps at 0600 am.

0800 stop for breakfast at Denny's before heading up mountain.
0830 find mouse passed out in the shrubs in front of Denny's
start skiing great pow day.

stop on side of hill mouse decides to take a nature call.
falls back wards on his skis and slides off the trail into the woods last we see of him he is screaming help as he slides off trail into the woods under a fallen log and disappears pants open manhood swaying in the breeze.

the 5 of us stand there roflao!!
post #11 of 38
Lots of stories from Snow Summit as are mine. Drove up from OC with a buddy on a snowy day when they had chain requirements. My friend, a Southern California local, had the required chains, but his only footware consisted of several pairs of flip flops and his ski boots. Pretty funny putting on chains in all that snow and slush in his flip flops.

Same guy, same day, tree skiing at Snow Summit. I stop and look up slope to see my friend heading for a "jump". "Nooooo!" I shouted, but too late. He had tried to ski over a dead-fall log. I thought he was going to break both his legs... Well his skis went under and he released out of both bindings simultaneously, performing a perfect flip over the log and landing on his but in soft snow. Me, I LMAO.
post #12 of 38
I'm still trying to remember some of the funny stuff that happened on the hill, (had so many good times, must've caused brain damage ). In the interim, this video isn't skiing and I don't know these dorks, but it is in winter, and could have happened at any ski hill: http://www.ebaumsworld.com/snowtow.html
(Cuss caution: a couple of "f-bombs" are dropped)
post #13 of 38
I think one of the first times I tried to ski really deep powder was pretty funny. We where at Killington and it had dumped over 3 feet that night. We got lucky and drove to Bear which had the only lift running...too much snow for the other ones. My wife and I come around the bend which was groomed and hit 3 feet. We go flying, again and again. We where buried the whole day until I started to get the hang of it. Talk about no control. Wouldn't even dare outer limits that day.
post #14 of 38
1978 with my college roomie in tow, we were at Steamboat skiing Shadows. It was a bad snow year, and the bottom of Shadows crosses a creek. I was in front, and came to a halt to examine options for crossing the creek. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of yellow as roomie is doing mach 1, thinking he's going to pull a heli off of the other side. I thought about yelling a warning, but thought "ah, hell, he knows what he's doing." Roomie jumps 10 feet BEFORE the creek and plants himself in a full spread, arms extended and legs extended, in the other bank. Both skis eject and are stuck in the bank. I was laughing so hard I couldn't ask him if he was ok. After 45 seconds or so, I finally see movement. After that, roomie's nickname was Helicopter!
post #15 of 38
A long time ago, A buddy and I were full tucking a Pocono ski area on a warm midweek morning. For some reason, on one of the runs, my friend got a bit disoriented and didn't realize we were at the bottom. He continued full tuck skimming over a mud field, both skis going under a water supply pipe where he promptly double ejected from his skis and still in a tuck position, landed in a small pond. He was so embarrassed that he walked from the pond into the woods where he waited until every witness had left.Two hours later, we stopped in the lodge where he received a standing O.
post #16 of 38
Does anyone here remember Frostline kits? They were these do-it- yourself kits for sewing outdoor clothing. You could get these kits and sew your own down jackets etc. We're talking 25 years ago at least...

Anyway, my buddy who was taking a junior high home economics class purchased and built himself some Frostline bibs. Back in the day we mostly skied in jeans and long johns. But, Jim sewed up his Frostline bibs in home ec. and he was so proud the first day he donned them on the slopes. They were bright sky blue and he looked very slick in them with his red white and blue sandwiched mirror shades and acrylic blue ski sweater. Yep, we made fun of him as he extoled the virtues of his Frostline bibs.

The ribbing he was taking must have made him testy though. I was down hill from him and stopped. He came in hard and gave me a great dusting as he stopped. He was so agressive that he knocked into me. I blew out of both bindings and ended up on top fo him. Back in the day there were no ski brakes. My skis were leashed to my feet.

Those damn bibs he had sewed and was so darn proud of turned out to be very slick. We ended up sliding down the hill - me on top of Jim with my skis flying around every which way. We were right under the lift. No mater how hard we tried to arrest we kept gaining more and more speed. It was like riding a bobsled. We slid at least 500 vertical feet on those damn Frostline bibs.

I was skiing with Jim at Crested Butte over X-Mass this year and related the Frostline story to his spousal equivilant. We both laughed our asses off. Jim, however, became quite angry. Somehow he has always blamed me for the great Frostline glisade. That, of course, makes the story even funnier.
post #17 of 38
Another story from back in the day.... When I was in HS we had many friends who worked at the local mountain. Those friends used to help us out. We'd get up to the mountain early and our liftie buds would assist with hefting a keg of beer onto the chair lift. We'd lash that bad boy to the chair and send it up to the summit before the old folks were even out of bed. At the top we'd commandeer a patrol tabogan and haul the keg-o-brew around the back side where we'd sink it in the snow.

It was great. You'd ski a few and then head around the back to the keg. We'd smoke some wacky weed and have a beer - meet some new folks and go ski a few. It was nice. Probably not very safe - but nicely social.

One fine spring day after several back of the mountain keg circuits, I hooked up with my friend Kev. I think he'd made a few more keg circuits than me...

Hauling ass down the mountain we hit a very short cat track conection to the slope under the lift at high speed. Now, you hear all the time about out of controll snowboarders these days... They had nothing on Kev...

He didn't look up hill as we hit the intersection and slammed into our 11th grade english teacher. The only injury was to her pride, thank God. Kev hit her so hard he knocked her WIG off! It flew a good twenty yards downhill and lay there like a road killed skunk - right under the lift.

Kevin's pass was revoked for the season - the teacher's husband was on the mountain's board of directors. We will never know if Kev's D- in english was due to the incident or his lax study habits...
post #18 of 38
And another. I was skiing with my buddy John Peterson one day. He had Besser bindings on his skis. Weak sauce. I'm sure the old timers here remember them - very safe but...

So, John was hauling ass and went to catch some air off the lip of a cat track. He expolded out of one binding as he caught his air. Once agian, no brakes, leashes. He came down hard with one ski between his legs. He was a little shaken up, but glad he hadn't pinned anything really sensitive with his ski. We skied to the bottom. In the lift line, John glanced down at the crotch of his jeans. Big blood spot! It was an awkward situation. After much debate we took him to the ski patrol shack. Some brave soul there gave him a cursory examination and recommended a trip to the emergency room where John recieved half a dozen stitches in his scrotum.

From that day forward he was always known as John Peterless.
post #19 of 38
The origins of the Frostline/Brokeback Doubles Luge Team ???

Ooooooooops .. !
post #20 of 38
Yesterday's Darwin award, Hunter Mountain. Claire's Way, a double black diamond was closed from the top, and only the bottom half was open. The upper half was shiny gray, and you could see fish frozen under the surface. as I rode the lift, I saw a boarder attempting to descend the closed portion beneath me, sitting on his butt,scared look on his face, and inching his way down.
"not havin a good time, are ya?"
nope!!!!
"I guess you see why it's closed"
Yup!!!
"Not gonna ski closed trails again, are ya"
nope!!!!!
He was close to the top of the open portion, so I didn't radio in to get him talked to, but I reeeaaallly think he learned his lesson.
post #21 of 38
I was heading up to Mammoth from LA last season. Since I was just heading up myself, and my driving turns to sleeping in about an hour, I decided to look into the ride share forum. I met some guys in a forum who were looking for a ride share, and after some trepidation and email exchanges, I decided to give it a go. As it turns out, one of the guys was a guy I played baseball with in college, but whom I haven’t seen since. So far, so good.

I volunteered the use of my car, as long as I would have minimal driving duty. I had just gotten a Lexus 4WD SUV, and I was looking forward to checking out its performance in what was promised to be epic snow. After picking everyone up at our designated meeting point, we headed up I5 on our merry way. If wasn’t long before we heard a distinct “thud” coming from the top of the car. I looked quizzically at the guy driving and said, “That can’t be good.” We pulled over and discovered that our entire ski rack had somehow flown off the rails. Not only did I lose my skis and board, but the other guys lost their equipment as well. On top of that, my new car now had racing stripes down the top of the roof, and the rear spoiler was, well, spoiled.

We decided to hang a u turn and double back to see if we could salvage any of the equipment. We came upon the yard sale debris scattered across all four lanes of the freeway. Since there was equipment laying in the center divider, the driver pulled to the center, and we got out to determine if there was any hope. No luck for the stuff in the center divider, and little chance for the other stuff, I thought. We were thinking of just bailing, but when we saw a passing car almost go sideways trying to avoid the debris, I stupidly decided that I should go and get the stuff out of the way before an accident occurred. You know how you hear on the news about an idiot in the middle of the freeway trying to retrieve a mattress or some such thing? Well, on this particular day, that idiot was me.

So I get a partial rack with a ski still stuck in it out of the first lane. I go to the second lane to get the other part of the rack with a broken snowboard, and two crushed and delaminated ski still in it. I can see the headlights of two approaching cars, but since they are in the slow lane, I decide I have enough buffer to not really worry about them. I guess I was wrong. The first car skids to avoid the stuff in the slow lane. The car behind hits the breaks a bit late and tags the car in front as he’s trying to swerve. Now the second car is coming right at me. I think I screamed like Nathan Lane in Birdcage, and I threw the stuff up in the air and ran like a cartoon character. I saw the car coming right at me, so I dove to the center divider to get out of the way as the car careened towards me. I could hear the car hitting the equipment that I had just thrown, and my only thought was tuck and roll. As I lay in the center divider, I could see that one of my caribou boots had the sole torn off, and a big gash in the leather part of the boot. Another “That can’t be good” thought ran through my head. I turned my head to see a ski laying across the hood of my new car.

I’m laying there motionless (not hurt), just thinking, “Oh, jeez, those guys are going to sue the crap out of me.” They had both stopped a couple hundred yards ahead and were just standing there looking in my direction as I lay in the divider. As my thoughts whirled, “what to do, what to do……” I heard another car skidding into the debris. My only thought at that moment was that I don’t want anyone else suing me, so I hopped up and started to run into the freeway AGAIN to get the other stuff. Luckily, one of my new buddies held me back and wouldn’t let me proceed. I surely didn’t want to be that idiot on the news twice in one day.

The good thing about that, I think, is that when the two guys who were waiting a couple hundred yards ahead after their collision saw me get up, they hurriedly jumped in their cars and took off. I guess they thought I was going to sue them for hitting me. Ok, so we’re even.

So we called CHP and let them deal with it. Back on our way in my new, beat up car, sans skis and boards.

After a few minutes of silently driving, thinking, “What in the hell just happened?”, one of the guys (a 24 year old guy mind you), decided that he was`having a heart attack. I went through all the differential diagnoses with him, and he’s wasn't having a heart attack. I couldn't convince him of that though. He was sure it was a heart attack. I was trying to be supportive during his panic attack, and I kept telling him to take a deep breath, to breathe, and that everything would be alright. I really just wanted to slap him though….just like they do in those old movies.

So the 24 year old guy with the apparently weak ticker decided that he needed to go to the emergency room. Good God, I think to myself. Luckily, I have GPS and the ER is only 20 or so freaking miles out of our way. Once we got to the ER, the staff all agreed that he was simply having an anxiety attack. 24 year old guy still thought it was the big one. Obviously, everyone in the ER gets to go ahead of us, even the nine year old girl with the string bean stuck in her nose. I was quickly losing patience, and since I really didn’t know these guys, I had strong thoughts of just leaving them there to fend for themselves. Hey, I see it happen on ER and Grey’s Anatomy all the time. However, I figured that with a long drive still ahead, and a weekend of high speed activities, I didn’t need any bad karma. We get out of the ER after midnight. Being the eternal optimist, I try to find the good in everything. In this case, I was able to find all the hidden objects in all 7 editions of Highlights.

So we're back on the road, and I’m rearing to go. A cop pulls me over for speeding (104 mph in a 65, 75…..whatever the speed limit is in Podunk). We give him our sob story and beg for leniency, hoping against hope that after all we’ve been through, we certainly would garner some sympathy and not get a speeding ticket……or at least be written up for something manageable. The nice man with the gun says he’ll give me a break, and that would be to not haul my speeding ass into jail, as is protocol for someone going however many miles over the speed limit. Thanks, nice man with the gun. He also writes me up for not having my license plates on yet. Hey, it’s a new car; I guess not that new though. The ticket cost me $495, but at least I didn’t have to spend then night in jail. There goes that nice little Spyder jacket I had my eye on. I guess I will have to work on my begging skills.

I just can’t go on after that (damn, I wasn’t supposed to be driving anyway), so we switch drivers. A couple of minutes into the drive with the new driver, we get pulled over again for speeding. Sob story again, with the same results. My new buddy only gets hit for 84 mph. Wimp! Dejectedly, he trudges on for a while before we switch drivers again. The new guy is determined to keep his speed at 65, and sets the cruise control. All is well, finally, and we decide to lay low until we get to the Piggly Wiggly, or whatever the hell they call that store out there. Anyway, driver #3 passes the Piggly Wiggly, and makes a u turn. You guessed it! We get pulled over again and get another ticket for illegal u turn!! Sob story, lost equipment, damaged car, guy having a heart attack, two previous tickets…we lay it all on the officer, but she’ll have none of if. Ticket #3. Good thing;? this officer was hot. She looked like Heather Locklear in TJ Hooker. No kidding.

So we finally get to Bishop, and they have the roads closed the rest of the way up to Mammoth. There is a line of about a bijillion cars just waiting on the side of the road. Somehow, they allow three vehicles to go through, and one of them was mine. Supposedly, my snow tires and all the other bells and whistles on this new car make it safe for the rest of the journey. Don’t ask me; I still don’t know what all those buttons and knobs are for. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to put the chains on the front wheels, or the back ones. Woohooo! Things are looking up.

We finally get to Mammoth at 8:45, just in time to hit the slopes. I’m skiing; if the other guys want to go back and sleep, go ahead. I’m not missing this incredible powder. So after all that, we were rewarded with probably the most awesome weekend of skiing I can remember. And the best thing? I got to demo every ski they had, and for three days, I demoed just about everything. Can’t get any better than that.

Ok, after reading this, I realize this really isn’t that funny. But I’ve been typing for the last hour, so I’m going to post anyway. Dang! Where is Vlad when you need him? I’ll bet he would be able to inject some humor into this post.
post #22 of 38
How did you resolve the ski fiasco with your new found 'friends'? How much was the overall damage to the car?
post #23 of 38
Oh dude.

I don't know if you story is funny, or just shows you to be extremely prone to acting like a total spaz and being completely non-chalant about it.

It seriously reads like something a TGR member would write poking fun at clueless gaperdom.

Is it normal to act in such a clueless way in CA? So normal your passengers weren't asking for a ride to the nearest Greyhound?
post #24 of 38
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Originally Posted by KennyG
How did you resolve the ski fiasco with your new found 'friends'? How much was the overall damage to the car?
Well, we compared home owner's insurance, and one of the other guys had a lower deductible, and he seemed to be adamant about using his since he was driving at the time. So we decided to use his home owner's insurance. We all got our receipts for our equipment and sent them to my new "buddy". His insurance co. cut him a check for all our equipment, and none of us ever saw a dime of it. Also, Thule agreed to replace the racks due to a malfunction, but they needed proof from this guy's ins. co. that they didn't cover it on his home owner's ins. The guy sent them the info, and they sent the racks to him. I didn't see those either. My new "buddy" seems to have disappeared from the face of the Earth, because I haven't heard from him, and he hasn't returned any of my calls or e-mails. Oh, well. Live and learn.

The car cost about $1800 to fix. I was actually going to just leave the scrapes and scratches on the roof (and save some money), since you can't see them unless you climb up on the running boards. I guess that's my spaz California non-chalance. Had it all fixed though.
post #25 of 38
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Originally Posted by skiingman
Oh dude.

I don't know if you story is funny, or just shows you to be extremely prone to acting like a total spaz and being completely non-chalant about it.

It seriously reads like something a TGR member would write poking fun at clueless gaperdom.

Is it normal to act in such a clueless way in CA? So normal your passengers weren't asking for a ride to the nearest Greyhound?
I don't think I need a TGR member poking fun at me. UMMMM......that's kind of what I'm doing myself. BTW, what's TGR?

And yes, all of us in CA are clueless spazzes. Don't you watch TV?
post #26 of 38
Doc ... you really gotta talk to fischerman about G-O-D or something like ... well .... in your case, ANY "higher power".

The whold cosmos was sending messages and you plunged right in.

Oh .... sure ... well, then how come "demo week" went so well? That's what you are thinking right.

Yer' gettin set up like an 8 ball.
post #27 of 38
Thread Starter 
Doc,

I laughed MAO reading your story. To me trip disasters (as long as everyone remains safe) are the best!

We rented a minivan to go up to Tahoe one year and they had a mileage restriction on us of something like 200 miles a day. We knew we were going to exceed the mileage limits so we disconnected the speedo on the way home and the damn car didnt have a tach or cruise control so we had to just go with the flow of traffic. We finally hit a stretch where we were the only car on the road and my friend had to guesstimate his speed. We finally get pulled over doing 95 in a 55 and none of us had a clue the minivan would even go that fast. Well my buddy was a smooth talker and got out of a ticket and the cop just tells us to watch our speed. So my friend takes off and again with no speedometer and the cop right behind us we have no clue how fast were are going. The next thing you know we are getting pulled over again by the same cop! My friend is freaking out now thinking "he's givin me a ticket now for sure". My friend rolls down the window and the cop says to him, "I know I said to slow it down but common 35mph is a little too slow!" and walked back to his car! He then followed us for the next 20 miles.

Joe
post #28 of 38
Quote:
Originally Posted by Yuki
Doc ... you really gotta talk to fischerman about G-O-D or something like ... well .... in your case, ANY "higher power".

The whold cosmos was sending messages and you plunged right in.

Oh .... sure ... well, then how come "demo week" went so well? That's what you are thinking right.

Yer' gettin set up like an 8 ball.
Like I said, Yuki -- you crack me up. I enjoy just about all of your posts.
post #29 of 38
Quote:
Originally Posted by Yuki
Doc ... you really gotta talk to fischerman about G-O-D or something like ... well .... in your case, ANY "higher power".

The whold cosmos was sending messages and you plunged right in.

Oh .... sure ... well, then how come "demo week" went so well? That's what you are thinking right.

Yer' gettin set up like an 8 ball.
Like I said, Yuki -- you crack me up. I enjoy just about all of your posts. Just
post #30 of 38
Quote:
Originally Posted by Yuki
Doc ... you really gotta talk to fischerman about G-O-D or something like ... well .... in your case, ANY "higher power".

The whold cosmos was sending messages and you plunged right in.

Oh .... sure ... well, then how come "demo week" went so well? That's what you are thinking right.

Yer' gettin set up like an 8 ball.
Like I said, Yuki -- you crack me up. I enjoy just about all of your posts. Just the
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