Imagine whipping down a race course wearing only a helmet, goggles and a thin layer of Lycra in temperatures that one year were a stiffening minus twenty. Keep imagining as you bend your knees, keeping your back flat. You pull your hands to your forehead, poles tucked beneath your arms, and you begin to count the gates.
Your eyes start to blur and tear up, your boards chatter insanely as they barely come into contact with the bumpy snow and your leg muscles bellow for a release from their cramped position. But you realize you still have 20 out of 24 gates to go.
That's what happens when you Schuss Boom on Hudson Bay Mountain. If you're lucky, you might receive a gold medal like I did for my 45-50 age category. You just never know until you try.
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Veteran timer Neil Nesting prepares a racer
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