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Join Date: May 2010
Location: Vancouver, BC, Canada
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Stupidest two days on the mountain ever!
So, I went riding both yesterday and today. Yesterday I drove, today I took the bus.
Yesterday it snowed like stink all day (that's a good thing) but buried my car in the parking lot (that's a bad thing). There was so much snow around my car by the time I wanted to leave that I couldn't get traction to get out of the parking spot. So at one point I got out of the car to try to clear the tires. Turns out my car locks the doors automatically... Tried to open the door and yep, locked. Cel's in the car, wallet's in the car, COAT is in the car, car is running. I loudly reviewed over half of the nine billion names of god and went to guest services to call BCAA. Well, of course yesterday was carnage everywhere so BCAA couldn't get there in less than an hour (frankly I'm impressed they'll even come to the Mt Seymour parking lot). So I watched my car burn gas for an hour and watched the road crew plow around it with HUGE plowing machines for an hour.
Anyway, the BCAA guy came, unlocked the door, and hauled my car out of the parking spot in no time. I have to write them a letter telling them if I ever think of cancelling my membership they have permission to come to my house and slap me upside the head.
So today, get to the mountain and guess what, Mystery chair is dead. That's more of an irritation because it's kind of a general fuck-you from god to everyone rather than a specific fuck-me. Had a pretty good day anyway. But at the end of the day I locked my board on the rack, got some water, got some rest. Went back to get my board 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to leave and oh, look, the lock has seized. I actually broke one key trying to get it unlocked. I ended up pulling out my screwdriver, took one of my bindings off and slipped the board out. SOMEHOW I managed to get this done before the bus left. Oh yeah, I also finished reviewed the nine-billion names. Loudly.
Interestingly no-one challenged me while I was taking apart the board. But I'm scared to go to the mountain now. I appear to be habitually fucked. Do these things come in threes?
Flabbergasted: Having an excess of flabbergas.