I try not to focus on these things. I also take my sweet as time going down our local hills. Occasional quick bombers sure, but mostly not. Press here, side hit there, box here, jump there...
A sign of a true lover of this sport is one that makes due with what they have and still has a ton of fun.
David Z, his friend Brad, Sabato, and myself rode a 450vert local hill in a steady mist of rain for the entire day the othe week and we all had a blast.
Sure, we could have bitched and moaned about the rain (we kind of did), but instead we saw empty runs, good company, and some sort of snow under our boards.
If I'm riding, I'm happy.