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Dear Silver Subaru Pilot w/ Colorado Plates,
What a great Sunday at Bridger Bowl! The sun sparkled through the clouds, as thin layers of lingerie revealed a deceptive layer of low-tide powder. We frolicked lightly, yet weighting our skis with just the right amount of oomf. As our edges sunk into the firm curves below, our faces bare many expressions.. of laughter, of joy, of confusion, and fear! Yet, nothing was as annoying as the needless tailgating that occurred as we descended from our local ski hill.. We wondered if maybe you caught a glimpse of our stellar turning abilities, up there on the mountain, and there was a jealousy that just couldn't be shaken? Perhaps, the cliff we dropped earlier left you threatened and confused? Either way, highway 86 is not I-70, it is clearly marked with speed limit signs and we all wish to return home safely. If you weren't so aggressive and pushy, I may have dropped my digits when safely positioned in the proper speed zone. XOXO
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