pray to a deity that the lift cable doesn't snap and that I don't go falling down to my doom.
Fuck I hate on windy days when the lift stops and the chair bounces up and down a few feet. I remember my first time on a lift though, I was shitting bricks holding my girlfriends hands. Under the guise that my hands are cold....
That little slut decided to ski instead of snowboard and while I was eating snow the whole way down she skied the whole day only falling once.
Plus, I may have known someone who knew someone that knew a couple guys that might have been somehow associated with some sort of something or other that had to do with a facilities on a mountain that might have cleared slopes in such a fashion....once...ok maybe twice