Wängl Tängl: Not So Bad Weather Day, But No Riding.

So, we went riding. Sadly there was no new snow to speak of so we dillegently practised our Eurocarves and nursed niggling hangovers by blasting speed runs. As the forecasted weather from hell never really hit, we’re all crossing our fingers and toes that tomorrow will be the blue skies promised, and not the storm turning up a day late. A local girl on the lift said that it’s going to be good weather from tomorrow on, so let’s hope she’s right.

Riders’ meeting now. I reckon the gods’ll smile on us. These dudes have put in the work to pull this off and it would be one terrible cunt of a deity that would chuck His devine spanner in these works.

Final report (fingers, toes, legs and arms crossed) tomorrow.

Cheerio.

tom