Sammy sprung out of the gate picking up momentum and shot over the first jump, spiraling and pitching, defying gravity, air-dogging with the sun. The board cut through the snow with a spray of crystals diffused over a blue sky. Spectators cheered. Their adrenalin kick made them gasp as they watched Sammy soar through the air above their heads, rotating in complete circles, his hand on the edge of his board. Their hands shading their eyes as he dropped on the slope like a beam of light. Easy.
His board barely touched down before adding momentum as Sammy scraped across one box and made a switch onto a rail, completing a perfect 350 degree spin before landing sweet. He regained lift and mounted the next jump, legs tireless, arms and body positioned for balance and speed. He moved effortlessly in spite of bulky clothing, appearing as one image with the board, flying like an object carelessly tossed into the air; an ill-fated UFO careening through the sky twisting end over end. With Sammy's back toward the spectators, defying gravity, he flipped 540 degrees before pivoting around for a total 720 degrees. Onlookers blew horns, whistled, and hooted in response. In the end, Sammy's board slapped against the slope as he skidded to the finish line, grinding to a stop, removing his helmet, and smiling broadly to acknowledge a pristine run.
Hope you enjoy this scene. I purposely used a number of -ing verbs, (present participles) even though they are considered weak as far as verbs go. I think it works because of the detail I can pull with it.
Make it a great week,
Judy