Lots of snow recently. I went up with a few friends to Stowe for a day of snowboarding. Paul and I raced each other, and managed to crash into each other. I had no idea how fast we were going, but we were going flat out, I’d guess 40 to 50 mph. Paul bruised much of his left side, while I just flew into the air and landed on my back. Sliding along the slope head first, still at high speed, I thought, “I hope I don’t hit the trees.”
I was lucky, and skidded to a stop in time. Phew. Next purchase – a speed gun to see how fast I’m going.
