“My ex bought me these Tracers with Griffon bindings and I honestly think they aren’t stiff enough”
Amanda owns Armada skis and she sucks. In more ways than one. I was lucky to sit down with the Bay Area native at a local dive bar she often patronizes to converse with people she pretends to have things in common with. Complete with a Carhartt beanie, Vans Old Skools, and a Kavu sling bag. Mandy saddled up on her stool and ordered a PBR. Surely a woman with such unique tastes in clothing and beer would provide stimulating conversation.
Armed with nothing more than half of an arts degree from Boulder and a large trust fund. Amanda moved here two years ago. Not long after that she met a seasoned lift operator who had some “sick pro deals”. Chaz and Mandy had a brief but exciting relationship where they were able to spend weekdays in bars and weekends on the ski hill. Utilizing some recently received unemployment checks and a personal friend who knew a sales rep at Armada. Chaz purchased Mandy a pair of Armada Tracer 108s. It started out great. Amanda had a cute pair of Full Tilts that paired well with her blonde wisps of hair sneaking out the front of her Smith helmet. A look that anyone who laid eyes on in the lift line would utter “That girl can ski” to themselves. There was one problem. She sucked.
Blissfully unaware of her hunched and wide-stanced style. Amanda was sure that the skis were hindering her ability to keep up with Chaz and his other layabout friends. It was a point of contention that would end their relationship. After three and a half weeks of PBR fueled workdays and sour diesel fueled other workdays. They ended things. A self described Hard Charging skier. Amanda offered to show me some her favorite ‘Pow Stashes’. I respectfully declined. But I hear she plans to start earning her turns with a new beau that has a penchant for the back country. Something tells me this isn’t the last we’ve heard of Mandy.
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The Huck 