Ahhh the bucket list. The path to fulfillment, enlightenment and whiplash. At the end of August, my dad mentioned that he was going to ride the bobsled on the Olympic track in Park City because it was on his bucket list. I have always been overly cautious which is probably why I've never had a broken bone (knock on wood), so I decided to live a little and join him. We all know that I am extremely prone to motion sickness. 70 mph, 15 turns, 4Gs, 60 seconds. Really not sure what I was thinking. Actually, I do know..."It's only 60 seconds. It's only 60 seconds. 60 seconds. 60. I'm going to die." Then it was over. And I was very very very sick. And bruised and sore.
You get to push the group before you so that you get the full experience. Minus the jumping in the bobsled part. And because it was in September, minus the ice.
Dad and I in the sled. That guy standing there with the helmet on is our driver. Worst B.O. ever!
Poor Leslie is right behind the pits of the driver.
I'm going to be a little more choosy about what goes on my bucket list from now on. Dad thought it was great, Leslie and I barely survived. We were supposed to go to dinner after, but I had to go home and sleep.
You get to push the group before you so that you get the full experience. Minus the jumping in the bobsled part. And because it was in September, minus the ice.
Dad and I in the sled. That guy standing there with the helmet on is our driver. Worst B.O. ever!
Poor Leslie is right behind the pits of the driver.
I'm going to be a little more choosy about what goes on my bucket list from now on. Dad thought it was great, Leslie and I barely survived. We were supposed to go to dinner after, but I had to go home and sleep. 
1 comment:
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO proud of you. I know this is quite the feat. I shared this with Husband, and now he wants to do it too.
PS LOVE the darling pictures of you girls on the next post:)
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