Goodbye Old friends
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....