With D-Day only three days away I spent part of yesterday invading the garage to claim what is mine.
While recovering my bikes, skis, rock tumbler, fishing poles and paraphernalia I stumbled upon a long forgotten item that I haven't been downhill on in years.
It's my Zipfy.
It's a sled. I swear.
Now all that is missing is three inches of the white stuff in order for me to slide once again.
