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The hard core of the immaculate Colorado Denizens have been less than eager to discuss this momentary loss of stature and leadership - UNTIL VERY RECENTLY. With the aid of undaunted recent arrivals in their state, they have again been able to regain their footing.
In the darkest of winter - three intrepid standard-bearers of the utmost courage and integrity were finally able to strike a blow for the rightful Masters of Denizendom, and regain the lost territory. Hidden in the wilderness of the mountains outside the People's Republic of Boulder, the dastardly plan took shape in a hot-tub (how appropriate!) under the creative-inducing consumption of local micro-brews and real foreign beer - this in itself contributing to the revolutionary spirit, with the imposing shadow of Coors brewerey mere miles away.
A suggestion of riding bikes au naturel was quickly dismissed - any nincompoop can do that, sitting comfortably high above ground and in complete control of both direction and verticalness of travel. No, the unavoidable choice was of course the preferred mode of winter travel in Colorado - the tiny plastic sled. This supremely uncomfortable, totally uncontrollable sheet of thin, garishly coloured plastic with inch-high, razor-sharp edges.
No sooner was the thought thunk than the brave warriors scrambled for the sleds, plonked their (in some cases not inconsiderable) butts onto the freezing surfaces and set off into the 3-foot deep champagne powder with whoops and screems of pure joy and satisfaction. No ordinary hill would do for this momentous happening - nothing less than the infamous "Driveway of Death" was chosen for the excursion. For the uninitiated, suffice it to say that this driveway has conquered and annihilated numerous cars, trucks and Ducatis over the years. The mere mention of it makes seasoned veterans wet their pants. Impervious to the blistering cold and howling arctic winds, our heroes repeated the spectacle again and again, prompting visiting members of the hoi polloi to fall down in abject horror mixed with adoring idolization and general awe. One of these luckily had the wherewithal to capture the defining moment on film.
The Photographer, herself with ties to California and the old regime, is now rumoured to be suffering from severe trauma, and local film developers report the sudden inexplicable loss of all sanity of longstanding pillars of their community.
To firmly repel any doubts about which Denizen chapter contains the defining group of maniacs and harebrains, the photographic evidence is hereby offered for your perusal - unlike the results from that wimpy California episode.
See the pictures!
Sledding Pic 1 (38k)
Sledding Pic 2 (24k)
Sledding Pic 3 (20k)
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WARNING! Proceed at your own risk - by doing so, you certify that you are 18 years of age or older (if not - please turn away NOW!). Please keep in mind that these are trained professionals - don't try this at home!
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