"Dammit what the hell are you doing now...What the Fuck am i doing on the side of the rail. WHAT you just slammed me into the side of the rail dammit what the hell. You Call that a Hippy Killer What the FUCK"
"When can I beat up those XC race skis? They think they're sooo great with their 11m turn radius!!"
"Will you ever show up my cocky younger brother Invader? I'm tired of boxes!" (my bro rides invaders)
"Thank you for not beating the shit outta me so far like your friend's Dumonts. I hear they've become addicted to huffing red wax because of it!" (I'm making up a ski drug right meau.)
"get those filthy snowboards off me you damn dirty snowboarder!!"
I could go on and on...but I need to think of more.
I always had the feeling that my old suspects would be whiny bitches that never wanted to do anything and always complained."Ow ow owowow, why are you doing that? What are you doing? Why are you going there? No no no no, I'm going to fucking break I swear! Put me back in my box! Owwwwwwwww."
"You ass! my bases are pockmarked, when the hell are you going to have me patched and waxed? also you need to grow some hair on those peaches and drop bigger shit and ski faster. seriously, come on."
mine would probably say "don't be a bitch and stop under shooting that jump god dammit" or, "don't be stupid and take these shit px12's off and put on those nice sexy jesters"
TMs: If you hit ONE more rail, it's over. We're through. Look at me!? I look like a god damned geriatric with my edges falling out, sidewalls collapsing. What do you say we just take it easy?
my Hellbents: "are you as stupid as you look? why on earth are you skiing me on rails? ts, ts, way too much park rats these days" XD but i think my hellbents still love me.
this is a sweet thread. I had a story published in Powder Magazine about this very same topic in the September 2007 (vol36 issue 1) page 72. Skis have feelings to you know....