Get behind him, take advantage and then slip past him.

In the true spirit of the enquirer we can all titter as we take the above statement out of context. I am of course referring to slipstreaming and not some bizarre sexual act.
Although if you had seen us in 1650 today you might have trouble keeping a straight face. After an eternity of staring at a selection of Líequipe arses Huw, Darren & Pete (while following them down the mountain in a racing tuck position mind). We all took the long drag lift back up for a final run. While chatting to Darren from the opposite drag, Huw wasn't looking were he was going and managed to collide with one of the pylons. A true school boy error.
As I was about 5 poma's behind the Huw crash site by the time I arrived he had already got back on his feet and was looking for a lift. I offered him my pole which he duly grabbed on to, almost pulling my arm out of its socket. He then moved up the shaft until he was tightly holding onto my body. As the slopes gradient increased so did Huw's grip which begged the question 'Is that a ski pole in my back or are you just pleased to see me?'.