I went skiing at Crystal today. my one day to go of the season. it was a beautiful sunny day. a little icy but otherwise wonderful.
I have a pair of skiis from high school. they are 17 years old. I pulled them out of storage to use them. Back in the day they were the hottest ski I knew of. A bump ski at 205 cm they tore up moguls at TimberRidge. I was young then, and I remember seeing guys in their fortys on classic Elan's and Rossingnols from the 70's. solid, flat, steel bindings with suicide straps. The straps were designed to keep skiis from sliding down the mountain after wiping out. if you were good, you would not need them. These were accompanied by bamboo poles, and sometimes leather boots, or some other semi stiff material. I remember thinking, these guys are from another planet. But hey, they're here, skiing, enjoying it for what it is. I on the other hand was into big air, pounding bumps, tricks with style points. young and foolish. Now I am older. I still like to ski. I have kept these relics from the past hoping to ride them agian. from the expression on peoples faces when I sat on the chair lift, they were old. I think I have become that guy with the ancient skiis, who eschews fancy new Shape skiis or whatever they are. I am not admitting to being over the hill, but I am working my way up to the top. after that, I guess I just ski back down. By the way, I was the only one on Hot pink Dynastar Vertical Assualts. ask me for a picture. but wear your sunglasses. these thing are as hot as the guy riding them.
