Earlier this season, I skied my trusty Fatypus D Sender 194s for the last time.
They came with DVD copies of The Hitlist, Higher Ground, and a letter from the owner.
I thought I’d be injured for sure on one of those, but somehow I was just fine.
I remember losing a ski on a powder day jumping off a cliff I stomped twice the week prior.
They explained that nobody else rides Fatypus skis like those at Snowbird.
They remembered them flying through the air under my feet over the Blackjack Moto 2 years prior.
This year, I’ve made 2 ski purchases that I’m very happy with thus far.
My old Dsenders have had their glory days, and are now completely decambered.
with the topsheets chipped to hell and holes where the bindings used to be.
So for now, they’ll take their place as the first ski in my hall of fame.
I’ll never throw them away, or give them away.
Every time I look at them, I’m reminded of how special they were, and still are.
