The trip back down is always worse for me than the trip up. I do this a lot on my sled-go up a hill, and the Panther is a willing climber, only to get to the top, look down and say "No fucking way am I going down that hill!!" But, go down I must, so I start off as slow as I can, but at some point that harsh mistress Gravity takes over. Speed picks up and you can't really use the brakes or they lock up instantly. At that point, you just kind of hold on and try to keep everything together until you level out or can pick up some traction. It just didn't seem that steep going up!
So, now that that's out of my system, I'll spend the remainder of our short fall in the flatlands. That, and get the Panther out of summer storage. Oh, the magic of cold smoke.
HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.
Only dead fish go with the flow.