|Rok solid coming into the turn. Could use a little more outside ski but ehhh..|
|Oh baybeeee! Is that a dance move! I think it is. |
Put another dollar in the jukebox, because I love Rok "And Roll" Perko!
|Snow fart. Brutal. Haven't seen someone that covered in white since Tobias got his Roks off.|
|Where are you going? Does Lake Louise not have pines? Are you trying to head down south to the land of the pines?|
Boom. Rok me momma.
|He's definitely rokkin the suburbs, but not quite to that Liam Mulhern extent. After a run like this though,|
you definitely need a nice drink to calm your nerves. Maybe a whiskey...
|On the roks.|
|Between a rok and a hard place. The surface is injected.|
|This picture is mostly in here to illustrate how high his pole goes. |
But while the pole is high the man has hit rok bottom.
You know, I wish I had gotten in a last name pun. Oh well. I bet Rok Perko wishes he hadn't crashed. He's gonna be sore as hell tomorrow. I don't know if Advil will be enough for that pain... might gotta go with some perkocet. BAM and that's how fast it happens. I am on fire. So many blog ideas perkolating in my head. And if you don't like this, I don't really care. Perks of running your own blog.
Slalom Ace Out.