Ski towns are changing. So are the skiers who live in them.
I don’t care what my friend Andrew says, he’s a ski bum.
He’ll remind you that he works at least 50 hours per week as an executive chef and pulls in enough to cover a mortgage in tony North Lake Tahoe. He’ll say he hasn’t scored the $10 dinner/drink deal at the Hacienda in years and hasn’t called in “sick” on a powder day in even longer.
I once got into a heated debate with some patroller guy friends who said they preferred to date women who didn’t ski so that they could ride with their buddies instead. “That’s ridiculous,” I told them. “I would never date someone who wasn’t a skier.”
Until I did. The first time Nick and I skied together he borrowed gear from a ski-rep friend named Zach, and when Zach adjusted his binding and asked what his DIN was, Nick’s face went empty. The silence stretched on until I jumped in. “Ten,” I told Zach. “Wait, no, maybe eight.”
Inspired by rally cars, some small and sporty rides turn the heat up on winter driving.
If you are one of those people who enjoy driving in the snow—like, a whole lot—the automotive industry is sending you a big hug these days. Increasingly there are high-performance options that can make your trip to the lifts seem like a scene out of Fast & Furious, even in a foot of fresh.