Reminds me of a skiing story
And so I don't get yelled at by the PC police, I was wearing insulated coverals that contained a pliers pocket! Ok, so now it's on-topic.
First time to snow ski in Taos, NM. The 'snow' was really sheet ice, as it was too early and too warm for snow. But what did I know--I was new to all this.
So I took some lessons and after lunch, headed to the top of the first run. In retrospect, a small hill, but at the time, it appeared to me as Mt Everest!
I'm in a two person chair lift, with me on the right side. I stand up on the small mound at the crest of the lift and prepare to navigate DOWN about a ten foot embankment to get to the pre-staging area. Now to a rookie, this was STEEP, and it was solid ICE.
As I stood up, I noticed that my pliers pocket had caught on small bolt threads in the base of the seat--someone had installed the bolt BACKWARDS, so the threads were pointing in.
So the chair is beginning to make a left turn to return to the bottom. I'm on the right side, hung up on the chair, and starting to go over the edge down the embankment. SOMETHING HAD TO GIVE!
I was hoping the pocket would simply tear, which it eventually did. In the interim though, the momentum of the turning chair initiated the start of the nearly perfect 360 degree turn I made going down that icey embankment. Thanks to a merciful God, I managed to stay on my feet, and ended up stopping next to other skiers waiting to go.
One lady asked "Did you plan to do that--that was impressive!" I simply smiled, not wanting to shatter her image that I was a top notch skier!
Probably the only time that day I stayed on my feet with all the ice.
So, "slidder into place" has some special meaning to me! THANKS.
Ron
