I'm sure that was a scary day or two for you. I can't fathom that fear of knowing it might be the moment. I've had my moments on skis. I didn't learn how to ski until February of 2016 so I suppose I had a lot of catching up to do on what might have been if I'd had the opportunity when I was younger. The irony of that 83 mph was I did it on a long green run with a relatively constant, low grade of descent. If you keep your skis on edge, take advantage of every topological feature to increase speed, and never scrub any speed it turns out to be a whole lot more relaxed than 60 mph plus on a steep blue or black where you have to expend a lot of energy and concentration just to stay in control. Aside from the deafening wind noise, that high speed cruise was fine until the skis started chattering. I took that as a sign to reel it in. I had done several mid-60 mph runs beforehand and I didn't sense this one was any different up to that point. Only the GPS knew at the time. Copper has the US Ski Team downhill training run and I got to do that once. It was probably the single most memorable run I've ever done. I definitely want to do it again only at a more controlled pace than the first time. I'm content now to ski the way I ride my motorcycle - conservatively, relaxed, and with the time to be as aware of my surroundings and risks as I can possibly be. Things can still go wrong but there's no need anymore to even go near the line between courage and stupidity. I can leave that to others. Maybe I've matured or maybe I've watched too many Skier Dan or Jerry of the Day videos on YouTube. In any event, it was +6F this morning and motorcycle riding isn't on my calendar for quite a while.