The best thing about living in a small town is riding home after a girls' night on your bike weaving down the main drag like its a slalom course and making it home safely. And yes, I was wearing a helmet. One that I buckled on while riding with one hand and talking to my brother with the phone tucked in securely. That's what helmets are for, right?
World Cup Skiing: Fifty Years of Awesome - What has not changed on the Ski World Cup since 1967 is the sheer drama of the sport, and the spirit of the people who pursue it.