Farewell Solomon Xtremes. Good bye to your squirrely ways, your old school edges, your narrow underfoot. I will not cry for you for you’ve served me well. Maybe I’ll pull you out during the early season when there’s not much snow coverage but I’m not going to make any promises. Please be kind to the Rossignol Voodoo BC 90 skis that sit next to you. It’s not their fault they are 90mm underfoot with a wide shovel.
Together we’ve traveled from Montana to Utah. I paid for you on a layaway plan. You were my first pair of parabolic skis, demo bindings and all.
Please, don’t beg. It’s just that for the past few months I’ve had a growing ski envy. Everyone seemed to be flying down the mountain on fat skis. All the pretty colors and new designs. I viewed them with resentment. It was almost unbearable. I just wasn’t happy with you anymore. I tried to hold out and wait to buy new skis, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.
This past weekend at Solitude I took the Voodoos for their first ride, and probably the last for this season, and I had so much fun. Despite the late season snow, frozen and a bit crusty, the skis were solid beneath my feet. If only you could have been there to see how happy they made me. Finally I was able to sit on the chair lift next to my friends and not be jealous of their newer skis. I was the belle of the ball, with the Rossi’s cutting across the snow.
Don’t worry, I’ll never forget the good times we had, and the bad. The Voodoos and I have some serious ground to cover before we really know each other. Over time I’m sure I’ll grow unhappy with them and lust for something new. But for the time being it’s time for a new exciting chapter on skis for me.
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