today when we were driving to the valley to do some shopping, i had to spray the front window with washer fluid to clean off the grime and that got me remembering when i went ridin' up at silver mountain with my friend some 10 years ago.
the day had ended with both of us demoing some boards. we returned the boards and picked up ours and then began the long gondola ride back down from the mountain to the kellogg valley below. we got to his car, unlocked the racks, slid the boards in and re-latched and locked the racks again. got in and started the car and cranked the heater. it was a cold day.
as we merged onto interstate 90, the slop of the winter was being thrown upon the windshield. wipers began with the rhythmic "thun thun" as they journeyed from right to left. he tried to blast the dirty, gritty crud that was stuck to the window with washer fluid, but the distinct sound of "oooo" told us that the container was empty.
"uh oh."
we pull over and get out, each of us getting a handful of pure white snow and begin to clean the window. the iciness of the frozen crystals bite into our hands as we stand on the side of the highway, cleaning the sludge off. after the window is visible, we get back in and continue our descent down the curvy road. the heater has been shut off, so we turn it back on to get warm and it doesn't do anything. it just sits there. shut it back off, then back on, and nothing. pull off on the side again to grab some of our dry clothes and bundle up even more. clean off the window (again) and continue on our trek. the window then begin to fog up and we have to turn on the air to defog them, which creates more cold air.
we finally get home, he drops me off and my dad had the hot tub cranked for me. i slide in and thaw out whilst reminiscing about the day. . .
the day had ended with both of us demoing some boards. we returned the boards and picked up ours and then began the long gondola ride back down from the mountain to the kellogg valley below. we got to his car, unlocked the racks, slid the boards in and re-latched and locked the racks again. got in and started the car and cranked the heater. it was a cold day.
as we merged onto interstate 90, the slop of the winter was being thrown upon the windshield. wipers began with the rhythmic "thun thun" as they journeyed from right to left. he tried to blast the dirty, gritty crud that was stuck to the window with washer fluid, but the distinct sound of "oooo" told us that the container was empty.
"uh oh."
we pull over and get out, each of us getting a handful of pure white snow and begin to clean the window. the iciness of the frozen crystals bite into our hands as we stand on the side of the highway, cleaning the sludge off. after the window is visible, we get back in and continue our descent down the curvy road. the heater has been shut off, so we turn it back on to get warm and it doesn't do anything. it just sits there. shut it back off, then back on, and nothing. pull off on the side again to grab some of our dry clothes and bundle up even more. clean off the window (again) and continue on our trek. the window then begin to fog up and we have to turn on the air to defog them, which creates more cold air.
we finally get home, he drops me off and my dad had the hot tub cranked for me. i slide in and thaw out whilst reminiscing about the day. . .
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