The laws of physics, they are a cruel and unyielding mistress. Sure we pull off the odd cut, and Snide can still (barely) get up on one ski, but the runs are just a bit shorter than the ones of our youth. Still, we can pull it off once in a while... in small doses... every other day... Witnesseth!

Berg leads the way.
Once more on the other side.
The face of intensity.
No pulled muscles... VICTORY!
The pit crew springs into action.
Snide, "I'm pretty tired, I think I'm done." Berg, "But, you just got in." Snide, "Yea, but, that was a lotta work, getting the suit and the ski on and everything." Berg, "You have to ski at least once." Snide, "I don't know, this maybe isn't such a good idea..."
"You'll need to take a run to get me up. That should be enough slack right there."
Let's get it on.
The big hurt.
The bigger hurt.
Thar she blows!
Kurt lays it on the line.
Kurt takes it, to the limit, one more time.
Kurt cuts like a dreamer, nothin' but a dreamer.