|True story - another friend, in the two years prior to marriage and dating the one who became his wife had one night a week during bowling league to which he was comitted - he didn't bowl. He also had a one week hunting trip with his buddies during deer season. He didn't hunt. As his wife was not a bowler and strongly anti-hunting he told her he would quit bowling and hunting after they were married as long as he could continue to ski. -falcon o
Now that is pure genius. Few of us have had the forsight for that though.
This thread is a lot of fun.
I don't know if anyone noticed but trekchick's skis have the words "Bro" and "Mr." on them. Obviously she's taken this issue to a subliminal level where Mr. tc has little idea of what he's up against. Of course he's probably been consulting prop experts from Hollywood on how to make a brand new dirtbike look just like his old one. Possibly even switching serial numbers.
This reminds me about the time I went to Taos 10 years ago just about this time of year. My girlfriend had been living in Huntsville, TX north of Houston for about six months. I was going to drive her car down to Texas from NY and we were both going to go to Taos for a week. I figured "How far can it be? 500 miles? No big deal. I like road trips"
Along the way I stopped in New Orleans and was nearly electrocuted. I got an inexpensive room at a "quaint" hotel there. When I went to test the water in the shower with my hand I got a strong electric shock! I went to switch rooms and there was some mumbling about the electrician and I got the idea that they weren't in the least surprised.
When I finally got to Texas she had some problem with her knee so now she wasn't going. All I knew was I was going to Taos for one of their ski weeks. Of course I was leaving with her car...
Now call me a moron for not knowing how far Taos is from Houston but this was before the days of mapquest. Besides, I was going anyway I didn't care. Turns out it was just over 1,000 miles! Good god Texas is big. I remember setting the cruise control for 104 mph (I was impressed by the Suburu) in West Texas just so I could try to average 100mph to make the distance calcs. easier. Trip took me 17 or 18 hours stopping for maybe an hour and a half. I had to get there before the ski week started Sun. morning. Thankfully there was a full moon driving through the mountains north of Taos or I'd have driven off the road.
Now, come to the end of the week. Taos is getting dumped on. There's no way I'm getting in the car driving through Texas the next day while there's a foot and a half of new snow.
I remember being on a pay phone talking to my girlfriend somewhere outside at the base of Taos. As I'm talking I just watch the snow pouring down. Negotiations started immediately. Amazingly, she had a trip already planned with some girlfriends to somewhere in Calif.. Of course she had already "mentioned" this long before but I didn't remember. Now watching powder come down is not good for one's negotiation skills. In exchange for staying an extra day at Taos I "loaned" her the money for the plane ticket. That extra day probably cost me 500$, and I was staying at the Abominable Snow Mansion - a hostel down the road from Taos.
A few years later after that relationship was over I remember hearing a replay of the famous Winston Churchill speech "This is not the beginning of the end...It is perhaps the end of the begining!"
I thought back to this incident. Well let's see....it -was- the end of the begining -and- the begining of the end...
Perhaps I should've just gotten into that shower in New Orleans...