I love, love, love snowboarding. Not actually doing it. Those who know me are, even now, laughing their bottoms off the ridiculous, not to mention suicidal, thought of that. I love watching it, Shaun White in particular. He is a cocky free spirited winner. If he's got a mean bone in is body, he doesn't show it and I don't want to know about it. So two weeks ago, The Guy and I sat watching the Winter X-Games. We'd DVR'd it, so as not to waste our time with the events we care not for, like, say, that skiing thing where they go down ramps but don't do any tricks.
The Guy had control of the remote (doesn't he just always) and I saw going past me on the screen in fast forward mode, a snowmobile going up a ramp and flipping in the air. The rider came off, seemingly on purpose, spun around some, and reseated himself.
"Hold up," I said. "What is that?" The Guy knew all about it. (Doesn't he just always?) It was the Snowmobile Best Trick event. It was born from motorcycle trick riding, much like snowboarding is the descendant of skateboarding.
These snowmobiles were painted up like giant radioactive insects and their riders wore matching helmets. I somehow got the idea that the helmets are required or these maniacs would have never considered owning such an uncalled for safety item,
I was entranced. Then I met the riders. Caleb and Colton Moore are from Texas. I do not know how they got their start in snowmobiling in a usually snow-free state, but there they were. After his second run, Caleb was not delighted with his score. He raised his hands in the air and seemed to asking the judges, "What do you want? I sailed over the moon, unseated myself, had tea with an angel, and landed back on that killing machine." He had a point. Or maybe he didn't. What do I know? I'd had only had five minutes of history with this sport at that point.
Then it was baby brother Colton's turn. Caleb jumped on Colton's snowmobile, Colton got on behind him, and here they went. Flipping, turning, kissing the stars, all at the same time.
The commentators were shocked into silence, so I had to ask The Guy, "Is that allowed?"
"I don't think so," he said. Then the commentators recovered from their shock and had plenty to say, none of it good. The judges concurred. It seems this is a solo event, and there is to be no tandem snowmobiling.
The Moore brothers did not care. That did not surprise me. Give a maniac a rule and stand back; it's going to get interesting. They took off their helmets, revealing their very pretty faces, and ran into the crowd, high fiving, howling at the moon, and kissing women.
I should not have liked that. I am all about following a rule and behaving in public. But there was just something about those boys. While searching for pictures of them for this blog, I ran up on their mama's blog. She wants people to pray for her boys.
And isn't that the way it always is with a hero in a romance?