I met with a couple mags today in the Last Run; Boomer, and Mongo. Mongo is a ski builder who's skis drew much interest in the bar tonight, mostly awe at the sheer size of them. However, a certain resident curmudgeon shouted out "Fat skis are bullshit!", among other such cogent statements

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I suggested that they work very well indeed for the purpose they were designed for, but that was met with the suggestion that I didn't know how to carve a turn on 203 pencils, because I "muscled" my turns (heh, heh

), and, I shit you not, A CHALLENGE TO A SKI OFF ON 203s!
He demanded that he could outski me in any conditions on the aforementioned 203 straight skis; I was in stitches, and I suppose egging him on, by first suggesting spring corn, which are the conditions I've seen him ski most often, however he again asserted that he can out ski me in any conditions on 203s! I am cracking up at the absurdity of an actual call-out for a ski-off in real life, and say, OK, why not in the worst possible conditions? How about dropping into West Bowl on a coral reef refreeze morning (which I secretly love, being somewhat masochistic). He once again loudly expounds on how I cannot carve a turn! Gold!
I will not mention the name of the involved party, but I will bust out my 203 Salomon F9.1 2S when the snow gets wicked again, and see if he's up to his talk, it will be good for a laugh.
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