For most of us, watching ski movies with friends is a vital part of this thing we call a lifestyle. There’s the annual fall get together as the new films come in, or if you’re lucky enough to live somewhere cool, a tour might even stop near your door. Either way, I’ll bet you watch videos with the same group of friends each time.
I’ve been wading into the shred flick waters with my brother and Barberdude for years now. We know what to expect and die laughing when one of us bitches and moans about some pet peeve that gets violated year in and year out. Every now and again that tradition is broken and you watch some videos with a new group of characters. It’s really a pretty interesting experience, because the new people notice different things, have different perspectives, and will call you on your hatefulness.
I’m currently in Burlington VT, and I spent last night watching ski and snowboard videos with Mike Rogge and a couple friends. As the fine Vermont brews went down, my opinions became louder, and I started bitching like I usually do. Rogge had the audacity to challenge my gripes with insightful tidbits. Bastard.
