This is not my definition of a good day at the slopes.
Posted on 01/06/2009 7:05:32 AM PST by Red Boots
JANUARY 6--In a bizarre incident that will surely lead to litigation (or an out-of-court settlement), a skier at Colorado's ritzy Vail resort was left dangling upside down and pantsless from a chairlift last Friday morning.
(Excerpt) Read more at thesmokinggun.com ...
I never liked skiing at Vail anyway—too many of those connector trails.
You have to be a real loser to screw up that bad on a simple ski lift. I see 5 year old kids do it right thousands of times a year.
It really makes no sense. The guy has to be a total loser, and clearly isn’t strong enough to reach up a couple feet and help himself. Dork.
From the article, it sounds as if he was stuck by his boot.
Where is Kate Smith when we need her?
ROTFL !!
I still don’t understand how he lost his pants.
Yep- too many people, too expensive, etc.
There are so many cheaper, less crowded places to ski in Colorado.
My absolute favorite is Crested Butte: beautiful scenery, charming town, reasonable prices, great skiing for all ability levels, never crowded.
I don't want to think about it that hard.
And I thought I was having a crappy day...
This is not my definition of a good day at the slopes.
Kiss it and make it better?
After I remember my first attempts at skiing, all I can say is, “There but for the grace of God, go I.”
This sounds like a potential episode for Larry David’s “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”
Vail Resorts hires SO MANY foreign workers on Q-1 and J1 visas that they might not have been able to read the instructions of how th operate the lift!
On ski trips, I just stay in the hot tub with my honey. You can’t lose your pants if you never had any on.
If you want to learn to snow ski, NEVER try it alone! Spend the money (not cheap) and get your self a fully certified instructor, (PSIA level III AND NOTHING LESS) and take a half day private lesson. (you won’t last a full day)
I became a man on Ajax. (No not that.)
I was a shaky skier and was dependant on my instructor.
He and I were coming down the mountain together and had just passed the last lift when a blinding snowstorm came up. I couldn't see my instructor. I couldn't even see my feet. I had to negotiate the mountain only by feel and go all the way down.
When I did it successfully, I lept to a new level of confidence.
I let the instructor go and skied the mountain three more times in the blinding snow.
After that I was ready for anything...well...uh...almost anything.
Uh...skiing with my son--who's expert--reminded me that I wasn't ready for...well...exactly...everything... But that's another story.
Don’t you just love it when those little suckers go into hiding?
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