As I remember the old fable, all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty back together again after he'd tumbled off the wall.

Poor Humpty.

But not me and my poor skis, I tell you.

Leave the skis atop the car to rust horribly as well as tear out an edge and what can you do to make 'em right again?

Not much you say?

Wrong answer Chucky.

You take your skis to the awesome ski pros at Arlberg in Scarborough and they perform miracles.

That's right.

I picked up my precious Salomon's on Saturday and was told in no uncertain terms by the crew there that I owed Cyrus ("Cyrus the Virus" they call him) a six-pack of beer for the incredible job he did repairing my abused boards.

And how true!

The edges are razor sharp again and you can't even tell where the edge was busted out. And the bottoms are smooth and shiny like a baby's.

Thanks fellas. I'll be down soon with that beer.

By the way, I never did get out on the slopes this weekend. But I heard from a mostly reliable source blasting down the access road away from the River that conditions were only so-so.

Did you give skiing a try this weekend?