Now this is the story all about how my sled got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there. I'll tell you how I took a bad turn and caught mad air. In Soviet Georgia born and raised, on the ice lug where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, luging, relaxing all cool. Taking Russian hostages inside a school. When a couple of Reds, they were up to no good, drove Russian tanks into my neighborhood. One separatist movement and my mom got scared and said "You're going to Vancouber to catch mad air."
I waited for my start and when it came near the course said "fast" and had a concrete barrier. If anything I could say this track was rare, but I thought nah, forget it, Nodar, catch air! I slid up to the turn number seven or eight and I yelled to my trainer "Comrade, it's hard to steer." Flew into a wall and I was finally there, killed myself while trying to catch mad air.
