Kinda late, but in regards to this^
The skis ended up being deemed unmountable by the local shop. Told him this and he assured me they were mountable, and that he rides for this shop and would be able to figure it out. Got dicked around for a couple of weeks and came to the conclusion that they were in fact unmountable. He then offered to trade the skis for a different pair that were smaller but supposed to be in better condition. After subwaying to his place for 45 minutes I find out he didn't actually take the time to remove the bindings and that he didn't have the tools on him to do so. So I end up leaving and wasting about 1:30 that night. He says he'll drive down to my place with the skis the next day. He comes by with the "newer" skis and I check this time to make sure I can mount em up. Looks like we're good to go. As he's leaving I notice a couple major edge cracks and at one point the edge was completely delamming from the sidewall. So I take the other pair back and decide that I got fucked over and that I'll be more careful next time. I ended up taking the risk and mounting the skis with the old man but it took a lot of effort and had to mount them in an unideal spot, and far too close to the old holes.
I'm not saying he scammed me on purpose, but he did fuck me over. I will let you guys interpret this story as you wish.
The skis ended up being deemed unmountable by the local shop. Told him this and he assured me they were mountable, and that he rides for this shop and would be able to figure it out. Got dicked around for a couple of weeks and came to the conclusion that they were in fact unmountable. He then offered to trade the skis for a different pair that were smaller but supposed to be in better condition. After subwaying to his place for 45 minutes I find out he didn't actually take the time to remove the bindings and that he didn't have the tools on him to do so. So I end up leaving and wasting about 1:30 that night. He says he'll drive down to my place with the skis the next day. He comes by with the "newer" skis and I check this time to make sure I can mount em up. Looks like we're good to go. As he's leaving I notice a couple major edge cracks and at one point the edge was completely delamming from the sidewall. So I take the other pair back and decide that I got fucked over and that I'll be more careful next time. I ended up taking the risk and mounting the skis with the old man but it took a lot of effort and had to mount them in an unideal spot, and far too close to the old holes.
I'm not saying he scammed me on purpose, but he did fuck me over. I will let you guys interpret this story as you wish.
