Let's go back the bygone era where bumps were king. You know, the days where men were men, women were women, and you either learned to actually ski or were relegated to the greens with the children.
But no, these darn parabolic skis let jerries think they are ski gods despite demanding we fire up the winch cat and flatten everything but their egos.
All hail Glen Plake.
Posted Feb 27, 2023, 5:28 PM UTC
All hail Glen Plake!
While we're at it, fuck auto-releasing bindings. If you can't go down a line without falling over like a jerry, you deserve that snapped fibula!
Now we're talking!
While we’re gassing up the bullshit bonfire let’s get some other stuff outta here…GoreTex, merino wool socks, contour pole grips, matching TNF ski outfits, custom baked liners, and any base layer that isn’t $4 Walmart waffle knit. Let’s get back to real skiing.
And before any of you clowns laugh too hard let’s get rid of your 1million mm taped seam tri-lite hybrid expedition weight layering shell system with 37 pockets and none designed for glass tobacco pipes.
When I worked retail I used basically this exact speech to farm commission on boomers. Something about stroking that part of their ego jus made them want to buy thousands worth of hardgoods on the spot
Why stop there? Let’s abolish metal edges and plastic boots.
If you can’t slay double blacks with leather boots, free heels, and woolen knickers, just stay in the lodge.
Hmm, interesting point but that doesn't match my own personal nostalgia so you're wrong.