SallyCat
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
So I was just minding my business riding my bike around the mountain when I rode past a timing shack and saw a bunch of snowboards and skis all stored under the porch.
They all look like they could use a major tune. Base clean, wax, deburring, maybe even....dare I say it?
Ok I'll say it!
P-tex repair.
So I contacted the head of the nonprofit that runs the place and asked if perchance they needed someone to take care of those poor boards. You know, someone who LOVES waxing and tuning skis and happens to have all the tools along with lots of time on her hands at the moment? Someone with a fridge full of beer and a backlog of podcasts to catch up on?
A decision is pending early next week, when I will meet (for other reasons) with the person responsible for the equipment.
Can you imagine how happy I would be to have a giant pile of skis and boards that need tuning at my disposal? Like a five year-old on Christmas morning, only if the five-year old were allowed to drink locally-brewed IPAs.
My god, if this pans out it will be the ultimate sign that wrecking my career and moving to the mountain was the absolute, beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt correct life choice.
I need your thoughts and prayers, Divas.
Thoughts and prayers.
They all look like they could use a major tune. Base clean, wax, deburring, maybe even....dare I say it?
Ok I'll say it!
P-tex repair.
So I contacted the head of the nonprofit that runs the place and asked if perchance they needed someone to take care of those poor boards. You know, someone who LOVES waxing and tuning skis and happens to have all the tools along with lots of time on her hands at the moment? Someone with a fridge full of beer and a backlog of podcasts to catch up on?
A decision is pending early next week, when I will meet (for other reasons) with the person responsible for the equipment.
Can you imagine how happy I would be to have a giant pile of skis and boards that need tuning at my disposal? Like a five year-old on Christmas morning, only if the five-year old were allowed to drink locally-brewed IPAs.
My god, if this pans out it will be the ultimate sign that wrecking my career and moving to the mountain was the absolute, beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt correct life choice.
I need your thoughts and prayers, Divas.
Thoughts and prayers.