I mostly just hate breaking in new skis.

I think you sort of get emotionally attached to the skis especially because you progress together in early park skiing times

I sex my skis every morning before I go out so that if anything happens they will know that I love them.

My Obsetheds are my best friends. I will love them forever, regardless of how damaged they get. I will never retire them even if I need duct tape to hold them together.

DaleEarnhardtI sex my skis every morning before I go out so that if anything happens they will know that I love them.

semen is the best wax

pussyfooterI mostly just hate breaking in new skis.

Does that not just mean you clipping in for the first time?

MagDoes that not just mean you clipping in for the first time?

ouch

I think my lizzies are the only skis I really love and will never get rid of. One of the edges separated from the sidewall, had a chance to warranty for Bacons, didn't do it. Nothing can replace my lizzies. Still ski them often.

tusken_assraidersemen is the best wax

The goat variety works best

I mostly hate paying for new gear

"what year are your skis?"-gaper

"ha salomon pocket rockets"- some dad

Blend them into dust and spread them across the mountain

As an extremely reviled professional, I just have whatever company I happen to be riding for send me 60 pairs of the same ski.

MagDoes that not just mean you clipping in for the first time?

I mean, no matter how much I weigh, my edges are still sharp until I hit a rail... you dingus.

I hate it when they're new. You know they're the shit so you really want to use them, but you can't go hard cause they're new.

Fresh planks give me mixed emotions.

pussyfooterI mostly just hate breaking in new skis.

yup. sharp edges on rails can suck a dick. and any time that happens it's cause my old edgeless park skis finally bit it, so it's always going from one extreme to the other

but yeah i def have an attachment to my skis, sort of a bummer to retire them

pussyfooterI mean, no matter how much I weigh, my edges are still sharp until I hit a rail... you dingus.

do a flip

I had a pair of old volkl walls. The very first volkl wall. They were my first twin tip. I learned 360s on them at age 11. Slid boxes and whatnot until age 13. I even threw my first flip on them. It was sad seeing those planks go.

you always remember those past fun times enjoyed on those skis. you try saving them until there is completely no more and then you hang em up or make them into a chair with your other past "memoirs" and then you get your new gear and you fuck shit up on them in memory of your old skis. then the cycle just goes on.

Whenever I get a new pair of skis, I give them a woman's name. Why you might ask? It makes it easier to love them, to care for them. But then when they are bad to me(break ect.) it makes it easier to just let them go like I would any other woman. I can get real attached to a pair of skis...

When I hold my new skis for the first time, and they're finally mounted, I give them a name. Naming them just makes parting harder though. I have a pair of ARW's I call Tanner, and I can't ski them anymore because they're cursed. (I swear they are- I've had nothing but brutal injuries on them.) Laying them to rest was so hard for me, but I knew my 4FRNTS were my new love.

I'm a polygamist so it's not cheating if use different skis

e_henricksonI'm a polygamist so it's not cheating if use different skis

Do you ski the wasatch by any chance

I have a fear of seeing skis die. I give them away or sell them for really cheap. They are in urban condition when I dump them. I'm an asshole.

I save all my old pairs

I had to let go of 3 pairs this last season. Really sucks -.-

i face planted and cracked my new oakleys. I was pissed