The Magazine's Anne Marie Cruz sends us another Pulsecard from Mt. Snow, Vt., where everything -- almost everything -- looks so easy.

Strange sightings continue: Freestyle Moto X ... on snow?

Though they looked strange wearing puffy parkas, the riders felt comfortable trying their usual tricks. But at Winter X, usual doesn't win, so Mike Jones took gold with a new move: the Kiss of Death -- he flew through the air like Superman, with his helmet touching the front fender.

"Everyone kept telling us we were crazy for trying this," said event organizer Tes Sewell afterwards. "Time to celebrate."

Sewell and his crew set up at the bar in the Grand Summit, the hotel at the foot of Mt. Snow (otherwise known as X Games ground zero). When I got there, the Metal Mullisha, a group of freestyle motocrossers who wear black clothes and metal spikes, were already there, along with X Games MC Sal and other TV types. Later -- much, much later -- motocrossers Trevor Vines, TomCat, Clifford Adoptante, along with boarder Peter Line and snocross king Blair Morgan, would crowd the counter.

But first, dinner. Tes hosted a table of 20, including Moto X course designer Dane Herron and Mullisha man Jeremy Stenberg (whose friends call him "Twitch" because of his Tourette's). Everyone dove into the crab cakes, calamari, elk with carmelized berry sauce, and the wine.

Someone at the table spied Jones at the bar. "Jonesy! Let's see the medal!"

Jonesy pulled up his shirt to reveal the gold hanging off his neck.

Cheers rang out. Now that Jones had everyone's attention, he wasn't about to let go. He grabbed one of the wine bottles and shoved the corkscrew down the neck. "I'm gonna get that cork out," he promised, clutching a cloth napkin.

Several long minutes of failure later, a waiter came by and did it for him.

Jonesy frowned. "Watch this," he said. He sucked up a mouthful of Miller. Then he tilted the almost-full bottle tight against his temple while spewing the stream of beer into the empty stein he held in his other hand. Everyone hooted.

"Yee-uh!" Jonesy growled as the waiter passed on the way back to the bar.

Back at the table, his buddies called him out. "How many times have you seen him do that?" someone asked Dane.

Dane rolled his eyes. "All the time."

These Winter X tricks take serious practice.

Anne Marie Cruz writes for ESPN The Magazine. E-mail her at anne.marie.cruz@espnmag.com.