7) After the blizzard of 78 the out of state plowers rode around all day with their plows up while neglecting certain side streets. I remember some people on one side street doing something similar to this.
1974, my first winter at Minot AFB, ND. I had to pick up my crew partner because his entire street in Base Housing was buried in snow drifts that went from the curb, over the roof of the houses. His car was buried, the doors were covered, he had to pry open the living room window and climb out into chest-deep snow. When we got back from alert three days later Civil Engineers was still digging them out.
I grew up in the south and rarely saw snow. I join the Air Force and get stationed at MacDill in Tampa. My unit sent me to Ft Richardson Alaska to learn how to ski downhill and cross country. Right before my first enlistment is up they sent me back to Ft Richardson for a re-qualify on skiing. In 21 years I never deployed anywhere except muggy tropical or desert climates. I don't like the cold so I don't care for snow skiing.
Yeah his bindings are on max, cause he's ski patrol. One of the last thing you want when you are rescuing someone halfway down double black diamond is to have a ski pop off and proceed alone to the bottom of the hill...only thing worse would be to have an out of control skier wreck into you, and THEN have to chase your ski to the bottom...
3) I lived in Colorado for about 16 years and skiing is part of life there. And that's an amazing jump. We called that "timber bashin'". But it's figurative. The idea is to NOT actually bash the timber.
I am in Michigan. We get snow of one form or another every year. Most years now, the snow is not very much, and doesn't stay very long. When I was a kid, we had it from the beginning of November until the beginning of April. And a heck of a lot of it.. I hated it to the point where I grew to want to move to where it never saw snow ever again, like south Texas or south Texas, but I ended up stuck women who loved winter. I don't want my wife to pass away before me, but if she does, I plan on chasing the weather to whether or now I like it.
#7: "Hey neighbor, would you please drive me to the store to buy a snowblower?"
I grew up in one of Michigan's snowbelt counties. You don't move that much snow with a shovel, but a decent walk-behind snowblower would have that cleared in half an hour. Back when muscle power was all they had, people in areas with heavy snow didn't shovel snow, they packed it down with horse-drawn rollers so they could walk or run sleighs over it.
#7 - REALLY did not trust the plow guy
ReplyDelete7) After the blizzard of 78 the out of state plowers rode around all day with their plows up while neglecting certain side streets. I remember some people on one side street doing something similar to this.
ReplyDelete1974, my first winter at Minot AFB, ND. I had to pick up my crew partner because his entire street in Base Housing was buried in snow drifts that went from the curb, over the roof of the houses. His car was buried, the doors were covered, he had to pry open the living room window and climb out into chest-deep snow. When we got back from alert three days later Civil Engineers was still digging them out.
Delete# 3 And this years winner of the Sonny Bono award is.........
ReplyDeleteya beat me to the punchline, damnit!
Delete#3: I did not expect TREES in the forest.
ReplyDelete#10 Somebody's bindings are too tight.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in the south and rarely saw snow. I join the Air Force and get stationed at MacDill in Tampa. My unit sent me to Ft Richardson Alaska to learn how to ski downhill and cross country. Right before my first enlistment is up they sent me back to Ft Richardson for a re-qualify on skiing. In 21 years I never deployed anywhere except muggy tropical or desert climates. I don't like the cold so I don't care for snow skiing.
Yeah his bindings are on max, cause he's ski patrol. One of the last thing you want when you are rescuing someone halfway down double black diamond is to have a ski pop off and proceed alone to the bottom of the hill...only thing worse would be to have an out of control skier wreck into you, and THEN have to chase your ski to the bottom...
Delete#7 Ah yes snow. A vauge memory of that shit is in my brain pan. I hope I never see it again.
ReplyDelete#1: Unique, but satisfying faceplant. I hope he locates his nose.
ReplyDelete#3: Cher planted that "memorial" tree.
#9 Has that shit ever happened to you in the kitchen? Stick to sucking dick.
ReplyDeleteThe worst part is she may have damaged the valve stem.
Delete3) I lived in Colorado for about 16 years and skiing is part of life there. And that's an amazing jump. We called that "timber bashin'". But it's figurative. The idea is to NOT actually bash the timber.
ReplyDeleteI am in Michigan. We get snow of one form or another every year. Most years now, the snow is not very much, and doesn't stay very long. When I was a kid, we had it from the beginning of November until the beginning of April. And a heck of a lot of it.. I hated it to the point where I grew to want to move to where it never saw snow ever again, like south Texas or south Texas, but I ended up stuck women who loved winter. I don't want my wife to pass away before me, but if she does, I plan on chasing the weather to whether or now I like it.
ReplyDelete#1. Looks like a real Hertz donut.
ReplyDelete#7: "Hey neighbor, would you please drive me to the store to buy a snowblower?"
ReplyDeleteI grew up in one of Michigan's snowbelt counties. You don't move that much snow with a shovel, but a decent walk-behind snowblower would have that cleared in half an hour. Back when muscle power was all they had, people in areas with heavy snow didn't shovel snow, they packed it down with horse-drawn rollers so they could walk or run sleighs over it.
Come on, no love for #2? He gets thrown into a fence upside down(!), rolls back to his feet and goes right back to the trampoline.
ReplyDeleteJFM
It's a good thing the fence was there, or else he would have done a face plant on the concrete around the pool.
Delete#1 there's always that one dickhead
ReplyDelete#4 - Did that dog fall right back down that hole? Reminds me of our dead Chocolate Lab Barkley. Dumber than a hunk of snot.
ReplyDelete#7 Personally, I never saw the attraction of going out in the cold, strapping a couple of sticks to my feet, and aiming myself downhill at some trees.
ReplyDelete#7... it's a 4 X 4, get in it and drive!!!
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