Welp ... finally got out on the 186 Rens today in about 2 and a half feet of Bridger blower. I mounted them with SollyFit plates at 87 form the tail. They seemed short standing over them, so I was apprehensive this whole time.
On the chairlift up, I kept thinking that there were some mystical skis and they would ski all funky. Or that I needed a full day on them to get the style needed to get the most of them. Well ...
After three turns straight off a steep face, all I could think was:
I proceeded down and just laughed maniacally on how intuitive and surfy these skis were. Just stupid fun. Crushed everything, turned on a dime and were so intuitive to pilot. Fuck me, I was so wrong.
Then, after the second run, I was all like:

Fuck me, these are fun skis. I'm going to need a clean pair of shorts, these are so good.
Gaijin was right on; these things truck and haul the lumber. Good God, I was hucking stuff that I usually scout or at least get a run on first. Nope, not today. Just sent it. Stomp-a-fucking-palooza. I think at one point, I was under the lift and blurted out, "Hold my dick!" as I aired over a soft roller.
The caution about these things tiring you out is dead on. At the end of each run, my legs were smoked and I biked all summer. So weird; they are so easy to turn and pilot, but then all of a sudden; noodle legs. I need to up the leg workouts.
The best part? I smart enough to pick up the 196s. I'm like an addled crack addict waiting to get on those this weekend at Big Sky.
Renegades make me feel funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class.

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