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I was a four-year-old pisspants on skis during the “golden years” of snowboarding, and a lot of old-timers would say I missed all the good shit. I resent the,Â “Everything was better back then” hatred towards newcomers because the people saying that had an equal hand in making things shitty.
Here are some problems and some certified Stanley solutions.
The Problem: Bindings are complicated as fuck.
They should make the a sequel to Oceans 11 about George Clooney and Mos Def’s elaborate plan to unlock the 10-piece base plate cover used onÂ most 2013 bindings. Companies are trying so hard to separate themselves from each other that the simple idea of strapping your foot to a piece of wood has become the most over complicated thing in the world.
Brands: Please, just make that shit simple, consumers will buy that shit.
Consumers: Am I right, or am I right?
The Problem: Normal people used to hate snowboarders, and now they don’t.
The fact that most of my ex-girlfriends’ parents thought it was cool that I was a snowboarder means one of two things. A) They didn’t actually love their daughterÂ B) Somehow the paradigm of a snowboarder being an unwanted societal outlaw has shifted to that of varsity football player.
The Solution: Poach a ski mountain, spray all joeys and burn your neighbors skis in their yard or some shit. GET CORE.
The Problem: Fucks to be given about the environment.
Perhaps it’s my own fault for going to a hippy school, but it’s pretty hard to learn about man’s negative effect on the earth, and then not feel like an asshole when sitting on a chairlift carrying you over tree-carnage. Goddammit, if “An Inconvenient Truth” had dropped during 93′- 94 y’all would have felt bad too. In this day and age it feelsÂ likeÂ the industry is slowly destroying the world, and will one day probably have to be saved. (cough, Toeside terrors, cough)
The solution: Ride as much powder as possible, hike more. Get avalanche certified, stop supporting babylonian resorts, and respect your place in nature.
The Problem: U.S. Open and World Quarters are dead.
The knife in the back of the US open became official when the event was moved from Vermont to Vail. Even worse, rumor has it that there was a time when the U.S. open was actually fun!Â Just a handful of years ago, a shred-fest raged for days on end, moving to World Quarters at Waterville, and then Last Call at Loon. I picture it as the equivalent of a college student following Phish for an entire month: cheap whiskey instead of acid, shreddy bliss instead of heady jams.
The Solution: Make your own underground competitions that involve large fires and other unlawful behavior.
So there we have it. A few solvable problems and simple solutions. You’re welcome.