Post what you are thinking at this very moment

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That capsule was spinning like a top, then it hit the atmosphere and started burning like a marshmallow on a campfire, and I'm sure he was pulling oh, about 27 G's by the time the chute opened.

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I've never been. Tried snowboarding once back when I was 15 or 16 when I was living in Vermont, but after a full day of beating the mountain into submission with my face, I decided that it wasn't really for me.

We went with our school in grade 10 to Fortress Mountain. I'm surrounded by Olympic class ski resorts and they tend to feature one or two beginner hills along with some pretty intense runs.

I took the little lesson, then promptly went to the runs that more gifted skiers use...and I only wiped out once. Run was called Canadian (frontside) and that's exactly what happened. I got air on the moguls at the top...and face planted almost all the way down to the bottom The instructors were concerned.

[Goofy]

That capsule was spinning like a top, then it hit the atmosphere and started burning like a marshmallow on a campfire, and I'm sure he was pulling oh, about 27 G's by the time the chute opened.

My Ford Focus pulls 27 G's on tight corners

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My Ford Focus pulls 27 G's on tight corners

My friend had a rubber ball on his dash (dash had a little gutter across it) with numbers written on it. His G-force ball when we went around corners

[Teh One Who Knocks]

We went with our school in grade 10 to Fortress Mountain. I'm surrounded by Olympic class ski resorts and they tend to feature one or two beginner hills along with some pretty intense runs.

I took the little lesson, then promptly went to the runs that more gifted skiers use...and I only wiped out once. Run was called Canadian (frontside) and that's exactly what happened. I got air on the moguls at the top...and face planted almost all the way down to the bottom The instructors were concerned.

Yeah, it wasn't a lot of fun, especially since I had to pay for that experience

Mountain 1
Lance 0

[Teh One Who Knocks]

My Ford Focus pulls 27 G's on tight corners

How many turbos does it have?

[Muddy]

And turntables.. How many turntables?

[Hal-9000]

Yeah, it wasn't a lot of fun, especially since I had to pay for that experience

Mountain 1
Lance 0

beating the mountain into submission with my face...

I missed that first time around

[Hal-9000]

I have a few friends that are serious skiers...I mean serious as in hitting the backside and off trail runs that aren't monitored by anyone.

One crazy guy wears the avalanche belt GPS gear and goes deep into the boonies.

He got caught in a snow slide and was buried up to his waist. Dug himself out, made a fire...took off his skis and had to hike back up to a common trail hours later. Ski boots make that a little difficult. So when he relates the near-death experience to anyone, his eyes light up and he smiles like it's the best fucking Christmas ever

[Teh One Who Knocks]

Yeah, I had some friends back in Vermont that were hardcore skiers. It just wasn't for me And out here it's just way too expensive unless you buy a season pass.

[Hal-9000]

This guy got a gleam in his eye when talking about skiing and looked similar to people who defuse bombs and skydive from bridges

I hate snow so eating pounds of it and freezing parts of my face and hands do not make it a 'want' in my books.

[Hal-9000]

I remember...

Sitting in the backyard during the summer with the radio on listening to songs like Crocodile Rock, Rock the Boat and Kung Fu fighting. It was a different time because everything seemed to mean a lot more. We would wait to hear a certain song on the radio, and then freak out because they played it...that day. If you wanted to hear it more often, you bought the album. And albums usually contained seven or eight so-so songs, along with your favorite two songs.

A magazine was passed around if it had pictures or articles that were cool, no one bought multiple copies. A phone call was a big deal because to go hang out with a friend, you usually just walked over to their place and knocked on the door.

A toy was valued and kept for years. No replacements. My GI Joe had missing fingers, hair shaved off and a missing foot. If he was a vet, he would have had six Purple Heart medals. I had a toy called a 'Verti-Bird', which was a helicopter on a two foot stiff cable that extended from a central hub. It only spun around the hub in a clockwise direction, but you could dictate the height it flew at and make it hover with the controls. I had this building set that was pre-Lego and it featured little empty square frames, corner joiners and various 'wallboard or see-thru plastic glass' squares that fit into the frames. The possibilities were endless when creating a house or skyscraper or whatever. Tonka trucks were made of metal and over a foot long. You could sit on them when you were small and they never broke.

Playing a board game was an all afternoon into night thing, complete with snacks and pop. When you went home after, you were tired and satisfied from the experience. Your friends were your friends without condition. It took a family move or a death usually to end childhood relationships. We played sports all day long and no one got dehydrated or mad if they lost. We had Kool Aid and instant forgiveness.

Some kids had more things than others, and there was sadness and embarrassment if you had less than, or a crappy version of the in-thing. But it never stopped the less fortunate kids from playing with kids who had everything. There were levels and this built-in kind of respect of where you stood without ever talking about it.

When someone's Mom would call a kid's name to come in at night 'from miles away', no one would tease the guy or laugh. We would all be genuinely disappointed and feel a little sorry for him because he had to go 1/2 an hour before everyone else.

Riding bikes, playing war, playing sports and games, watching movies...it all meant something because it was real.

I feel sorry for kids today. They have everything and do nothing.

[Hal-9000]

whoa, not sure where that came from

[Teh One Who Knocks]

I remember...

Sitting in the backyard during the summer with the radio on listening to songs like Crocodile Rock, Rock the Boat and Kung Fu fighting. It was a different time because everything seemed to mean a lot more. We would wait to hear a certain song on the radio, and then freak out because they played it...that day. If you wanted to hear it more often, you bought the album. And albums usually contained seven or eight so-so songs, along with your favorite two songs.

A magazine was passed around if it had pictures or articles that were cool, no one bought multiple copies. A phone call was a big deal because to go hang out with a friend, you usually just walked over to their place and knocked on the door.

A toy was valued and kept for years. No replacements. My GI Joe had missing fingers, hair shaved off and a missing foot. If he was a vet, he would have had six Purple Heart medals. I had a toy called a 'Verti-Bird', which was a helicopter on a two foot stiff cable that extended from a central hub. It only spun around the hub in a clockwise direction, but you could dictate the height it flew at and make it hover with the controls. I had this building set that was pre-Lego and it featured little empty square frames, corner joiners and various 'wallboard or see-thru plastic glass' squares that fit into the frames. The possibilities were endless when creating a house or skyscraper or whatever. Tonka trucks were made of metal and over a foot long. You could sit on them when you were small and they never broke.

Playing a board game was an all afternoon into night thing, complete with snacks and pop. When you went home after, you were tired and satisfied from the experience. Your friends were your friends without condition. It took a family move or a death usually to end childhood relationships. We played sports all day long and no one got dehydrated or mad if they lost. We had Kool Aid and instant forgiveness.

Some kids had more things than others, and there was sadness and embarrassment if you had less than, or a crappy version of the in-thing. But it never stopped the less fortunate kids from playing with kids who had everything. There were levels and this built-in kind of respect of where you stood without ever talking about it.

When someone's Mom would call a kid's name to come in at night 'from miles away', no one would tease the guy or laugh. We would all be genuinely disappointed and feel a little sorry for him because he had to go 1/2 an hour before everyone else.

Riding bikes, playing war, playing sports and games, watching movies...it all meant something because it was real.

I feel sorry for kids today. They have everything and do nothing.

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