Evel Knievel Mode

Some would say that if the lion knew his own strength then he could not be controlled. 

I entertained a similar mindset March 2015 at the recently attained age of 15 years. 

Schweitzer. Somewhere in the United States. 

I stare the run down and opt to go straight down. No turns. No deceleration. So I go straight down. No moguls, no angles, and eventually my body is traveling at 30, 40, hell maybe even 50 miles an hour. The decline becomes an incline so I turn 90 degrees clockwise in anticipation of the upcoming cat track at its peak. But physics contradicts the best of my intentions and I then shoot through the yellow tape harnessed by the previously unseen bamboo sticks outlining said track's outer end. 

Several moments later, I find myself meters from a ski lift pole, skis thoroughly detached from my boots, feeling sufficiently shaken yet grateful to be alive.