For over 18 years, I have tasted the joys of skiing on the slopes, thanks to a “ski-bob” crafted by my father…
Based on a plastic bob bought in a supermarket, my dad designed and built a metal structure with a very precise steering and independent suspensions. He also added 4 cut skis and a small bucket seat, so I can ride “comfortably”.
After a few adjustments, we went on the ski slopes, with great fun!
In 1997 in Thyon 2000, Switzerland
To go up, my father pulled me with a rope he fixed to crossbow, all without having to stop the ski-lift!
Once at the top, it was enough to remove the rope and give me a first pulse. Then I could hit the slopes in freedom…
I experienced maximum enjoyment on relatively gentle slope runs and well groomed, so as to gain speed and negotiate fast curves.
I stopped this activity in 1999, after over 18 winters skiing! In fact, that I can’t cope with cold weather anymore, as well as the sometimes violent shocks 😉 However, I have very good memories and I want to thank my dad allowing me to store as many thrills and fun!