With Mini Moto behind us it was off to find a place to ride the big bike. Along the way H’Idalgo noticed something new to his tender, ever-so-slightly-aged eyes…snow. Dalgo demanded that we pull over for him to try this “Snow Skateboard Device,” as he was calling it. We found a patch of snow and set him up with a run-in to a buried gas can.
Within minutes the snow was slush, jagged rocks grabbing skyward in search of H’Idalgo’s freshly waxed snowskate. He fought the conditions and attacked the terrain with the ferocity of a freshly bred race stallion.
Turns out Dalgos’ skate skills transfered over to the snow elegantly. He glided down the slope with a certain grace that can only be matched by a dove. H’Idalgo easily leapt over the gas can with his feet glued to the Xtreme Grip. Filled with joy from his first stomped snowskate maneuver, Dalgos confidence was sky high. He poached the slop relentlessly until his snow had completely melted. In the midst of the fury, H’Idalgo landed his first kickflip.
After a keen snowskate session, Dalgo was feeling extra extreme. He took to the trees for one of his favorite hobbies, tree bending. Dalgo had always loved bending taco shells as a young lad. His obsession took to greater levels during his first camping trip as a boy scout. Thats when he found out about climbing trees and bending them close to the ground to resemble a taco shell.
Dalgo spotted a few lively little guys. After a video review of his first bend, Dalgo was unsatisfied with the structure of his imaginary taco shell. He returned again, still unhappy with his results.
Tree number three turned out to be a bit too much for the battle weary tree warrior. Fifteen feet up the third tree Dalgo ejected and landed sideways into 4 feet of slushy snow. H’Idalgo feared for his ability to…” get out of the snow alived.” Rex grabbed hold and drug Dalgo, who was now drenched, to safety. Although he was now in a near pneumonia-like state, Dalgo vowed he would be back to tackle the snowskate next winter.
