Yesterday I was heading up the Eagle Bahn Gondola in Lionshead for the last run of the day at about 3:50. There were two other guys in the gondola. This one guy, maybe about 60, wearing a read and white jumpsuit with stars all over it, green North Face hat under a yellow helmet, full head of gray hair, square jaw, looked like a combination of a doctor and Evil Knievel. He was telling the other guy a story that started with the mention of some medical thing called Glycol which I didn't really hear because I wasn't paying much attention to them until he said that when he was in college he fell off a third story balcony and broke his back, then he was rock climbing in Wyoming and the rope broke and he fell into boulder field and broke his back, then he was driving a car across Canada and some dude who stole a blue car in Ottawa fell asleep at the wheel and hit him head on, the other guy was killed, he but his chin and didn't his back a bit a good, the he was skiing in Aspen and somehow slid down the side of the mountain something like 800 feet and broke his back again. I'm thinking I need to get the fuck out of this gondola, but fortunately nothing happened.