I remember skitching cars in wintertime when I was a kid. We’d have a day with a deep, fresh, icy snow pack, and we’d crouch between two parked cars (near a stop sign) and when a car drove up and stopped (and there was not a car coming behind them), we’d crawl out, grab the bumper and slide along down the street. It was really stupid* and that we were. You’d think the first face full of 70s car exhaust would have dampened our spirits.** I lost an expensive ski glove that way, too, which might be kind of ironic. Or maybe not.
I wrote a drunk song called skitching in the snow many years ago. It’s bad but maybe funny.
*Don’t do it. Dangerous. And dumb, too.
**Or did it ginger up our spirits like only huffing gas can do?*
Luke Soiseth 