I’m afraid that if I start my car it’ll explode…

Girls driving cars..

Owning a car= having car problems. There is no way around it.

Over the course of the winter, both W and G have been plagued with car troubles. From pointless windshield wipers to “I may have just been rallying in the Cutloose* and drove in and over a snowbank; I was able to back out alright but the car started to smell like it was on fire…” (actual text sent from W to G), shit happens to cars.

The downfall to being a girl is the inability (well, at least for most of us) to understand exactly what is wrong with your car, and more importantly how to fix it. First case in point: Car jumping.

W, who mind you “always” has her shit together, accidently left the dome light in the Cutloose on while away for two days on a ski vacation. That left W, G, and a pair of jumper cables at 9 p.m. to resolve the problem. Following conversation went approximately as follows:

G: “So just because I have jumper cables in my car doesn’t mean I have any idea what do with them.”

W: “It’ll buff out.”

G: “Surely to god we can figure this out. I am NOT calling a man.”

The thing about jumping one’s car is, it should be, and is, a very simple task. The problem arises in that previously when either W or G was in the situation where they needed their car jumped there was always a man around to connect the cables to the right spot at the right time.

So when we were left with a set of jumper cables, very limited directions on how exactly to use them, and the sinking feeling of having to contact a man for help, we did what any well-to-do-stand-up-citizen would do. Guessed.

G: “Is my car going to explode?”

Now, to be totally honest, after asking G’s girl roommate who was also clueless to the car jumping art for help, we did call a guy (I would like to point out that neither of us have slept with this person) for clarification on where the negative end of the cables should be placed on the car. Its people helping people right?

Result: The Cutloose was successfully brought back to life and no cars were exploded in the process.

Gnar Pointers suggest the “buff out” to all things car related:

The Check Oil Light is on. That’ll buff out.

The front license plate ripped off and the passenger side headlight cracked after the first attempt at taking on a snowbank: That’ll buff out.

Ran over a large bird on the way to work and the side mirror is shaking precariously: That’ll buff out (which it in fact did, all over the side of the highway).

The ash tray fell out, the power button to the radio had to be glued in place, the antenna snapped off, wiper fluid only squirts out the drivers side, and the side compartment on the drivers side door has filled with brown water as a result of snow gathering then melting..

It’ll all buff out.

W plans to drive the Cutloose into the ground, which may take years as the Beast refuses to die, or put it up for sale in the near future.**

*For clarification, the Cutloose is one of many nicknames assigned to W’s gem of a car, the infamous ‘94 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera. It has also been coined The Beast and The Lead Sled. All fitting titles.

** You should seriously consider buying this car. Not only will its stylish body and appealing brown interior be the envy of all your friends, but slap a good pair of tires on this beast and reve that V8 engine and you’re good to go just about anywhere–as long as there are no tall rocks, ditches, or impending snow banks to tackle (but hey, a lift kit may be able to fix that while increasing the car’s sex appeal.) Not sold just yet? Currently, the Cutloose has less than 140,000 miles on it. Slightly better care than what W affords, it means you could easily double that mileage. On a good day it gets 20+ miles to the gallon, the heat and air conditioning  work great 95% of the time, and last year it had 400+$ of engine work done. Come on’ this is American Engineering at its finest.

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First Post / Avoiding life / Things We’ve Learned From Working at a Ski Resort

1. Don’t date and/or sleep/hookup with anyone you work with directly (Getting drunk and making out with someone is acceptable but you lose points). Seriously. I don’t care if they work at the other base and you only see them when you are conveniently heading to the spa to take your weekly shower. It’s a small world and everyone will know by like day 3, i.e. after you sleep together.

2. Start out the season by buying the guys at the repair shop LOTS of beer. You WILL put core shots in those skis and there are only so many times your winning smile and tits will get you out of paying for shit until they realize you aren’t actually going to sleep with them and/or how ridiculous you really are. Beer. Lots of it. And step it up from your usual cube of PBR.

3. You should really start looking for that summer job. Like now. (Unless you’re evidently like W and are buying new ski boots and somehow finagle a job offer. I mean WTF.)

4. Don’t drink with management. Attend the events, but never be the drunkest person there. People will remember that shit and it sucks.

6. “It’ll buff out”. Our ski school motto. Basically, stop worrying about everything, it’s going to be fine. Example, “I put a core shot in those demo skis, but no worries, it’ll buff out”. Or, “I accidentally got drunk and slept with my ex.” Response: “Shit’ll buff out, but I’d maybe try not to do that in the future”.

7. New gear is like having a new baby. Yeah, we know its expensive, but we don’t want to talk wallets, we want to talk about how fucking awesome it is! So skip the “Do you really have money for that new pair of skis/boots/skins/goggles/helmet/bindings etc” talk. and go straight to the “Congratulations! Let’s shred!”.

8. Frequent showering isn’t necessary (well at least if you’re W). Getting up in the morning is difficult. Getting up and having to look (and smell) presentable is even more difficult. So skip the shower for 2, 3, or hell even 7 days, and to really drive the point home wear your same sweaty, smelly, unwashed base layers (gnar points if you woke up in them). If people can still like you while you reek at the end of a ridge hike they’ll hopefully still like you when that ridge stank is still seeping out your arm pits three days later. You might want to change underwear frequently enough that your personal health isn’t at risk.

9. “Healthy” diets aren’t necessary. Skiing everyday, or close to it, coupled with sub-zero temperatures means calories don’t count. Ever. And that gives you freedom to eat whatever the hell you want. Our foods of choice: peanut butter and pizza. Both are fast, easy, and chalk full of enough fat calories to get you through a day of carpet slinging three five year old first-experience skiers. And if you want to use it for every meal, that’s fine (G: “Last month I ate six meals in a row that were Peanut Butter based”). Breakfast: English muffin with peanut butter. Lunch: PB and J. Dinner: Peanut butter by the spoonfuls (Your arms will be too tired to lift much more than that after you bench pressed kids off the slopes all day). And pizza, that’s a given. Not only is it fast, but its also cheap, and totally acceptable if you order a large, to yourself, and eat off it for a week. I mean, let’s be real here, if we aren’t showering we sure as shit aren’t cooking.

10. Just because you work at a ski resort doesn’t necessarily mean you HAVE to ski everyday, but you better come damn close. Skiing cures irrational anger due to, but not limited to: loss of car keys, that co-worker you slept with before knowing any better, the thought of finding a summer job, the common hangover, failure to pay the bills on time, the thought of growing up and finding a “real job”, and many other daily things that, frankly, suck in comparison to skiing. Yes, the snow will be there tomorrow so take a personal day once or twice a season to take care of what really matters; or not remove yourself from bed until 4 p.m., because lets be honest, one-on-one time with your bed will significantly decrease as your time and work at a ski resort increases.

10. Once more with emphasis, re-read #1.

11. If you’re working at a ski resort you’re more than likely living in the mountains and/or spending a significant portion of your time in mountains. Mountains are awesome. Period. Forever be humbled by them.