One of the scariest moments in skiing was when I was out West on Vacation. Me being from the East coast, long, wide open trails are quite enjoyable, and I do like to go fast. So the second run of the day I find the biggest, widest run I can, and bomb the shit out of it. I definitely feel I broke 80 MPH or so, but it was scary as shit because of the flatlight from a storm that morning. I'm confident if it had been sunny I'd have broken 90 at least.