When we go out west, we have to contend with the fear of steepness. When you guys come here (like you ever would anyway), you have to contend with ice, man-made crap, and slush all in one run. Plus we have to dodge meat rockets all the time.
Amen to that. Couple of weeks ago I was on a "freshly groomed" blue run up north shortly after a freezing rain storm preceded by a week of 40 degree temps and rain and it was literally so hard-packed and icy that you wouldn't have been able to stand or walk on it without sliding halfway down the hill.
Of course, I still had to dodge meat rockets on top of that!