Kylie’s sled is fucking awesome.
She’s slicked the runners, imported a high-grade low-friction experimental plastic from Japan or something, and then covered that in grease. The rudder is an inverse sharkfin and it’s got this sweet bite. She can turn, like, on a half a dime.
But the thing on the back is the real moneymaker, a pneumatic rifle refitted to fire snowballs. She can lock and load thirty, but for the real long hills, there’s a scoop at the side for ammo.
When they get to the race, Mona looks at the competition and says, “You overdid it again.”