The Importance (and Fun!) of a Quiver

They are beautiful looking skis. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun on them.

I just find it funny how much expert skiers swear by stiff, metal skis but in all honesty, it’s not that sweet for free ride skiing in mixed snow conditions. It’s WAY too Bucky imho. Smooth is fast and a soft , fun ski is much smoother if you like ripping through variable snow and terrain.

A giant fat and stiff ski for skiing perfect pow in a smooth big mountain setting? As in heli drops. Well that’s a different story.
Your West Coast bias is showing. ;)
You have (fortunately) wiped your brain clean of Eastern skiing.
 
I don't find that the case. I like metal in all my skis. My 110 have metal and I find them more predictable and stable in all conditions. That's just me.
Same.
Back in the day I broke 3 pairs of Dynastar skis that had those red triangle thingE's in the shovel. Think they were foam filled, or something? Those red things would pop off like dandelion heads in the bumps. Funny now, not funny then.
 
Same.
Back in the day I broke 3 pairs of Dynastar skis that had those red triangle thingE's in the shovel. Think they were foam filled, or something? Those red things would pop off like dandelion heads in the bumps. Funny now, not funny then.
my buddy lost those triangles almost immediately.
 
Same.
Back in the day I broke 3 pairs of Dynastar skis that had those red triangle thingE's in the shovel. Think they were foam filled, or something? Those red things would pop off like dandelion heads in the bumps. Funny now, not funny then.
This gave me a brain jog to skis I had back in the day as well. I thought they were Dynastars but after some interweb sleuthing I see they were Rossignol Quantums. They were white with black plastic tips that had a window in them. Not sure what the Frenchies were thinking. Maybe, “Pourquoi pas?”.

So, it was sometime in the late eighties at Big K. It was New Year’s day so we were freshly hungover, maybe still drunk. OK, yeah, we were drunk. Definitely stoned. Hucked the cliffs on Devil’s Fiddle. OK, maybe just flopped off them. Coming in hot to a massive hit. Maybe it was the road that crosses or a whale, not sure, little foggy. Anyhow, I launched big time, threw a backscratcher and struck a pose. Looking good in my CB jacket. Dug those fucking tips right into the ground and smashed my face, busting open stitches I got the night before from a hockey slap shot. Good times.

Never found the tips. Skis were pretty useless without them.
 
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I can't remember ever being in a set of trees where I felt as though I could ski that fast in them.
We get these wind events here where everything gets completely buffed and the snow is the most perfect, confidence boosting carvey cream. I actually like the wind buffed WAY more than the blower. It’s rare but it happens. I don’t remember ever skiing snow like that in the east.
 
We get these wind events here where everything gets completely buffed and the snow is the most perfect, confidence boosting carvey cream. I actually like the wind buffed WAY more than the blower. It’s rare but it happens. I don’t remember ever skiing snow like that in the east.
I do but it's rare.
 
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