I just wanted to give a shout-out to my good friend and ski partner Reed Finlay (now former ski partner?), for the birth of his son on Leap Day last week. With the Leap Day birthday, little Kershaw Finlay will no doubt be a huckster on the skis when he grows up. But, Uncle Randosteve suggests to Reed that he might want to take a little different approach than the guy below when teaching his son how to ski.
Austrian National Team selection process. The kid’s now destined to be a Tyrolean goat herder, never to be on skis again!
or maybe it will make him more resilient to ski wrecks…like the herminator.
Goat herder, indeed. Hilarious. PIZZA! Yeah, like let’s go get some because this skiing crap is bullshit. And while were at it I want a giant cup of hot cocoa with extra whip cream, you asshole, dad.
Let my 3 year test out some B-net at low speeds the other day while skiing with him. He seems to think that everything will get out of his way when he is comeing down the hill. Thought the B-net would be better then say a tree.