Winter fading into spring means different things to different people. For instance, baseball fans stop feeling marginalized and the vast majority of readers on this site start googling “best brunch patios.” For those of the mountain persuasion, people start putting their skis and goggles away, and consider traveling for the duration of mud season.
But the last gasps of snow on the hills also yields a wonderful opportunity to hurt one’s self. I’m talking of course about downhill biking on snow and ice.
The advent of fatbikes has made this practice of snowbiking a little more accessible, but that’s usually confined to snow-covered gravel trails, not a full on ski run.
Thanks to an amateur frenchman with massive balls, you can ride along and witness the carnage. Seriously, just watch the first thirty seconds and feel your butthole pucker..