Brazilian Wax Job

So met my buddy Max this morning to go up to the Summit for another Banked Slalom training run consisting of turning a lot, working out the wax and just getting rid of trade show legs. We roll up to the hill at 9:30AM, come to a stop sign and I look left, then right then left again and hit the gas. BOOM. Mother fucking blindsided a on coming van with my bumper and focused the entire side of the van. Shit they swerved out of the way to try and avoid me but my foot was on the gas and they almost went Dukes of Hazzard on us.

They pull over and it's a group of Brazilians that are here working at the pass. The chick was like 19 or so, had quick ass reflexes too. Home boy jumps out and must of been watching too much American TV cause he said his back hurt. "Lift your arms dude and take some asprin, you'll be ok." They just bought the van for $500, and had no insurance.

I explained to them American law. "You see when an American citizen hits a vehicle that a person from another country is driving, YOU are responsible. By law, you now have to come and work for me for the next month." They didn't laugh but I told em that we were good gringo's and would make good for them. Which I did when Farmers got the call today. We got things wrapped up in 15 min's thought with them and were on the hill "training."

Then finished up with a hand dipped dog hog that you'd get in another accident to double down on.

But shit, the Bangburban's got some boo boo's before Banked Slalom.