Yesterday was the second cross country ski for the season. His lordship has never mastered high speed downhill turns with those blasted slats. With Pat, Lauren, Reverend Bill , and his wife we headed for the Golf Course. The transition from Donovan's new house to the golf course involved a drop of about one hundred feet in elevation. The Commander headed down the narrow snow covered road in the woods. Her little sports car body had no problem turning and stopping. His Lordship went next with his tractor trailer body. As gravity began to take effect the laws of gravity were in force. As I accelerated around the corner suddenly a gate appeared across the road. Turning and stopping were the only options. My lack of skill and the rutted road made sure neither had the desired effect. His Lordship ended up in a muddy pile in the road. By now Pat was on his way. Pat suddenly realized the gate was there and had his wreck after he zipped by me. For a few moments it did not look like Pat was going to make it around the pile of flesh I had become. No real damage was done, and we had a good ski.
No comments:
Post a Comment