There was no escaping

When my son was born there was no escaping for him that he was going to ski. Hopefully he would like it as much as I do and it would be a pleasure for him instead of a chore thrust upon him by his overbearing father. I had visions of father/son trips together laughing and giggling as we schussed down the mountain at warp speed. Telling bad jokes to each other and eating whatever and whenever we wanted after taking a long soak in a Jacuzzi with over chlorinated water.
Thankfully for me this dream has come true. Today I am my son’s racer chaser. We spend most of our winter weekends and weeknights either training or competing at local racing events. On the off evenings I’m down in my shop doing whatever tuning or waxing that needs to be done. My wife has to come drag me out before the wax fumes kill me. I love it down there!
The highlight of each season is whatever free skiing trip we end up planning. Usually it’s thrown together late in the season and we rush off to some place in search of the best late season snow. Somewhere once again we find ourselves laughing and giggling as we schuss down the mountain at warp speed. Tell bad jokes to each other and eat whatever and whenever we want after taking a long soak in a Jacuzzi with over chlorinated water.