Before you consider purchasing anything, there is something you should know. MatttyKappy broke my heart.
I first had the privilege of meeting Mathieu Leblanc in August of 2006, while he was in Sudbury for his secondary education.
We began as friends, having small sessions with the aide of arena snow and boxes constructed by myself.
During his 8 months of visitation, we grew close, and shared common interests such as skiing, snow, rails, and chairlifts. Mat would often accompany me at Adanac Ski Hill for fun filled days on the slopes, pushing me to excel and further my skill levels, both on, and off the hill.
He owned a pair of very wide skis that made a very loud noise upon impact on tables and rollers.
Out of his kind heart, I was offered to try them out, but my boot was simply too small for the binding. At that moment- like the glass slipper of Cinderella, I knew our friendship was weakening.
Sadly, our worry-free days of frolic came to an end, when Mat met a girl. I found myself spending less and less time with the statuesque French-man, and more by myself, desperately trying learn 540ís with various grabs. I was forced to ski with other children, as Mat and his lady friend would skip the park, and (gasp!) ski down the main run all day.
This is when I realized I had to do something. Contrary to popular belief, it was actually me who organized the rail jam and big air competition at our hill. I knew in doing so, Mat would be forced to work on his park skills, hence, spending more time with me, and less time with his female slave. It worked.
I placed 2nd in menís mixed rail. Mat did not fair so well. Even though he did not find himself on the podium that night, he knew deep down, he found a place at Adanac.
However, school ended, and it was time for Mat to return home. We said our goodbyes, but little did he know, I implanted a tracking chip somewhere in his torso while he was eating a Chuckwagon sandwich. It could be in his liver, or in his pyloric sphincter, you will never know. Now, I always know where Mathieu will be. Whether it be Kapuskasing, Whistler, Barrie, Sudbury or his spiffy new truck, Mathieu Leblanc will always be in my mind, and in my heart. Even though he crushed my spirit, I cannot hate a man of such wisdom, grace, and love for cute little bunnies.
But in all seriousness, Mat is a pretty legitimate fellow. Here is a picture for reference, although he wised up ands trimmed his hair and began to wear glasses. Actually, that photo looks nothing like him. Strange.