Also, I have found that the retired old man experts in the hot tubs are THE. WORST.
Retired old man experts, period, are the worst. Last winter I was on a lift with a couple of old white guys - one of whom asserted retired ski patrol status - talking about the joys of early-morning skiing and such. Our green cruiser is >3 miles long, and is a run difficult enough to strike terror into the hearts of people who jump right to that from the bunny hill because there are a lot of pretty sweet pitches on it. Short pitches with runouts, which is why it's "green", but still some pitches that are good enough that you can pick up some real speed off it. So I mentioned that the nice thing about making first tracks in the morning is that you can blast down that run at 35mph, because you know no one else is on it, and it goes on forever.
Old White Retired Patroller
immediately throws shade on this. Says I was probably going 15 or 20mph, because "people" always overestimate their speed.
And I'm there, on fifth chair or something on a weekday morning, a
chick with a pair of Volkl RTM 84s, a notably difficult ski to manage even for dudes, and they're long enough to come nearly up to my hairline, and covered with stickers and obviously not rentals.
So I told him he was right, I'd just done the math in my head, and getting down a 3.3 mile run in 5 minutes puts it closer to 40mph than 35. And then gave him some truly condescending advice about avoiding Volkls if he wanted to ski slow, and made some recommendations for more "friendly" skis.