Let's get this out of the way first: Admit it. You're wondering, "Are these too much ski for me?" Too stiff? Too burly? Too long? Too Sexy? Well, are you a whiny little bitch who frequently flails around in the back seat and then blames your equipment?
I am. And I have found my new bff.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195 lbs
Age: Perfectly situated to alternately pick up your mother or your sister, depending upon the venue.
Skier style:
Skis I own:
195 Praxis Powder
190 Volkl CMH Explosiv
190 Black Diamond Verdicts with Fritschi Freerides
191 Volkl 7/24 Pros
195 Salomon AK Rockets Which are now for sale for crazy cheap.
Favorite skis ever:
190 Igneous Fat Fall Lines of undetermined massive flex
210 Volkl RS P20
Skis I didn't like:
Pocket Rockets
Conditions:
Mank, slop, cheese grater, boilerplate, ice, corduroy, corn and regurgitated oatmeal.
Bindings: Salomon 914's mounted 9 cm back from true center
When I first picked these up from the ski shop, I thought, "Either I've over-medicated on my glaucoma prescription, or else those things are mounted backwards. They looked like they had a shitload of tail.
After skiing these all day and looking at the photo below, however, it was a temporary optical illusion. If I had to do it over again, I would perhaps mount an inch back, as I never ski switch on purpose. But really no complaints.
The first thing you notice about the Garbones is that they are beefy. Here they are base to base with a Volkl CMH Explosiv:
The second thing you notice is that they are stiff. When I dropped them off at the local shop to be mounted, ShopGuy involuntarily flexed them and said, simply, "Dude."
Now on to the skiing: They ball. Obviously they like to go fast. Real fast. But you already knew that. You already guessed that they are incredibly stable and with slightly rockered tips they quite calmly blast through the crappiest of the crap, of which I had a multitude to sample today.
All day long I kept repeating in my head, "Forward, Forward, Forward." These skis reward hard driving, and discourage backseat flailing. Anytime I wasn't forward, I could kind of feel the tails pushing back in disapproval. Kind of like the part in Talladega Nights when Ricky Bobby was driving with the live cougar. Show fear and the Garbones will maul you.
What surprised me was how well they handled short radius turns. I took them for a few laps in the Chutes and through the trees and they very willingly swung around, as long as I was on top of them. The rockered tip was not too noticeable on the hard stuff, the Garbones still grip like a whore with her hands down your briefcase.
In short, they are exactly what I hoped they'd be: a bad-ass mid-fat that will do anything I ask, except chatter. I've always tried to buy the burliest ski out there and try and raise my level to meet it, rather than buy some noodle that caters to and covers up my weaknesses. I want forgiveness in a deputy sheriff, not in my skis.
I haven't had a chance to ski them in pow, but to be honest in any serious dump I'll be on my 195 Praxis Powders. I need these to fill my crucial quiver slot of everyday driver, blasting the chop and bombing the groomers. They remind me of when I first skied my Igneous FFL's back in the day.
I was immediately like, "Oh hell yes."
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