A story of Sisyphean magnitude

Here is the legendary Johnny of the Woods pointing to the ditch that I slid into at about 30mph. Notice the pipe (yes I hit it).

Slowly I emerged from the icy dominion

My other ski lay dormant 20 feet behind.

NOT THIS TIME GRIM REAPER I went about gathering my gear, confidence mildly shaken.

I lastly returned to the scene that marked the abrupt end of my perilous WIPEOUT.

Well I'm ready to do it again, but not today!