As luck would have it, the winter I decide to get a season pass is the winter that New England gets no snow. It’s the middle of January, and Killington reported lows in the upper-20s today. The summit was toasty and balmy, and my helmet made me roast, but the important thing is that I wore a helmet. I didn’t wear a helmet last weekend, and I hit my head twice. You would think that me of all people would know the importance of wearing a helmet… But then again, you would think I’d never go near a slope again, but there I was.
This weekend, I wore my helmet, and I didn’t hit my head once. Such is Murphy’s Law. I did drop my helmet in the parking lot before we ever took off in the car, resulting in some fresh scratches on the top. Speaking of the car, I drove the whole way to and from Killington, and the drive reminded me of how much I actually love to drive. The serenity of the roads, the smoothness of the banked turns on the highways, the shifting left and then right, the finding of kindred spirits who join in the rhythm with you … such are the joys of highway driving.