Sometimes there's a moment, a turn, a picture, or a thought that reminds you of the good old days and your crew. Was there's anything that special, that magical? Or was it just a pivital time in your life.
Both are true to an extent. Growing up, and the people you grow up with have a massive impact on your life and your future. Your crew might not be anything special to another person, but those people had a massive impact to you and the person you became.
The guy who would send anything first try. Usually he made it work, it wasn't always pretty it definately wasn't always safe, but he made it happen.
Then there's the other guy. He was almost as willing to send it, for balls, peer pressure, who knows, but things didn't always go so well. Actually they almost never did. If he lined up for a hit, you better friggin watch, because there was a 99.7% chance of something catastophically amazing. The man that survived ragdolls so violent you could barely keep both eyes open and lived to tell the tail.
The rasta. The first in your group that you saw smoking weed. He only skied to reggae, and if this period was in the crotchet hat era, you can bet he was hustling rasta hats at the mountain.
That one guy. You're not even sure why he was in the crew. He could barely ski, maybe he was somebodies brother or friend, but he showed up one day and never left.
The token female. Let's be honest most of our crews were a friggin sausage fest. There was that one girl that could rip, and might even be the only girl shredding the rail jams etc.
Ski patrol hates him, but you'll never forget. The guy that seemed to always push the boundaries a little bit. Oh inverts are illegal? Fuck it, I ain't scared I'll send it. Even if he sent a backflip to tip death during a big air contest and knocked himself out, we still love him.
The convert. The one that ripped on a snowboard and used to swap gear with one of the other guys. Eventually bought some twins and became better than most of the people on the damn mountain.
The mountain man. Even as a kid you could see the scraggily beard coming in the future. The tele turns on some open bowl somewhere out west.
Who else was in your crew? What people do you still think about today? On a good day when you hit that nostalgic flow on the lift ride, or reminicing in a bar, who's the person you're most drawn to.
Both are true to an extent. Growing up, and the people you grow up with have a massive impact on your life and your future. Your crew might not be anything special to another person, but those people had a massive impact to you and the person you became.
The guy who would send anything first try. Usually he made it work, it wasn't always pretty it definately wasn't always safe, but he made it happen.
Then there's the other guy. He was almost as willing to send it, for balls, peer pressure, who knows, but things didn't always go so well. Actually they almost never did. If he lined up for a hit, you better friggin watch, because there was a 99.7% chance of something catastophically amazing. The man that survived ragdolls so violent you could barely keep both eyes open and lived to tell the tail.
The rasta. The first in your group that you saw smoking weed. He only skied to reggae, and if this period was in the crotchet hat era, you can bet he was hustling rasta hats at the mountain.
That one guy. You're not even sure why he was in the crew. He could barely ski, maybe he was somebodies brother or friend, but he showed up one day and never left.
The token female. Let's be honest most of our crews were a friggin sausage fest. There was that one girl that could rip, and might even be the only girl shredding the rail jams etc.
Ski patrol hates him, but you'll never forget. The guy that seemed to always push the boundaries a little bit. Oh inverts are illegal? Fuck it, I ain't scared I'll send it. Even if he sent a backflip to tip death during a big air contest and knocked himself out, we still love him.
The convert. The one that ripped on a snowboard and used to swap gear with one of the other guys. Eventually bought some twins and became better than most of the people on the damn mountain.
The mountain man. Even as a kid you could see the scraggily beard coming in the future. The tele turns on some open bowl somewhere out west.
Who else was in your crew? What people do you still think about today? On a good day when you hit that nostalgic flow on the lift ride, or reminicing in a bar, who's the person you're most drawn to.
