Little-girl me loved to throw my arms out, tilt my head back, and spin in circles, moving faster and faster until I collapsed. Look what toddlers of today can do with modern technology.
Water-skiing is for only the hardest-core of us. Barefoot water-skiers are practically higher beings.
If The Rocketeer had had a bicycle, maybe he wouldn’t have had to rely so heavily on gum.
Skiing is a fast sport. Ski racing is zooming downhill on two thin blades, swooshing around obstacles (gates, rocks, other skiers), trying to get to the end as quickly and gracefully as possible. I hate skiing more than any other sport I’ve been talked into trying. It is the scariest, wettest, most dangerous and pointless thing I have ever done and by god I will never do it again. I still love watching it on TV, though.
No, speed isn’t all careening around and flashy moves and fancy outfits and helmets. Sometimes the gracefulness of doing something complicated very very fast doesn’t involve helmets at all. Fancy outfits, though, definitely.
Slovenians: surprisingly talented extreme downhill bikers, amateur filmmakers, and music video producers.
Wouldn’t it be great if this is what you got when you opened the door to some religious proselytizer?
Finally, if you must go fast, especially down a hill, please wear a helmet.