More
like a military weapon and less like a snowboard, Sims 2002
Brian Thien Pro Model will one up the rest of the competition
with its super duper deep side cut, axe sharp twin tipped
tip/tail design for ample regular and switch riding comfort,
and I forgot to mention the pop factor. This shit’s
got mad pop yo, so take it seriously and hone your skills
before you can afford the rescue operation and heli lift
to the local hospital.All the jib masters and powder hounds
will drop their weapons and raise their hands in exultation
that a board of this caliber has been designed with you,
my brother in mind. Hit the rails and hit the powder. Finally,
here is a board that can do both without scarifying the
benefit of the other. So huck yourself down a rail or look
for stashes of 6 foot deep sticky pow pow with this board
underneath your feet it’s like having Brian as your
personal guide. Deep inside of us all, there is pro snowboarder
desperate to get out. Unleash the beast. Buy Brian Thien’s
Sims Model and help keep Brian fed this long cold winter.
Gravis Check Point Bag
Around $50
The
day finally came to trade in my well-worn, well-traveled,
well loved bike messenger bag for the Prada of the Skate
Industry. The Gravis Check Point bag is more of an indie
rawker’s dream though, slick, hip, and uber fuctional.
The front mesh pouch allows easy access to my important
items.Inside
there are several smaller compartments. I’m not quite
sure what they are for, but I use the smallest one for my
earplugs for the many rawk shows I’m always at.The medium size one I use to put my extra micro cassette
tapes in for those juicy hard copy interviews and my tape
recorder goes in the larger zip pocket.The heart of the bag offers ample room
for a day planner, note pad, magazine, books and whatever
literature you carry with you and a clear zip pouch for
the items that would otherwise go unnoticed in the bag.
There is also an easy access pencil/pen holder on the strap
for those fleeting moments of inspiration or genius that
need to be written down and a pouch for my cellie.When wearing the Check Point I feel the same as I
do when listening to the band Girls Against Boys, I feel
COOL, not lame trendy cool, but like I’m the shit
cool. Ah Yeah!
Premier
Snowskates
Around
$60 -$100
We
were drunk again. There we stood, in almost three feet of
knee deep powder, tying a rope to the back of Jeremy’s
Four-Runner. This had all started innocently. An insane
day of pow pow at the Bowl, a twelver of Pabst as a pre-fade
and a hash pipe like the Neverending Story, now we found
ourselves once again in the cold trying to see how extreme
we could be. Sure, we’d ridden Premiere SnowSkates
before but on this fateful day we were taking the snowskate
into realms never before visited by common man. Boredom
had quickly set in as we launched ourselves off kicker after
kicker with the ‘lil board that looks like a skate,
rides kind of like a skate, but alas, you do it on frozen
precipitation. These things are fun on small hills, in your
backyard, or in any snowskate arena you deem worthy, we
decided to take it to the street and never look back. “OK,
gun the engine, but be cool, my ass will go flying off this
thing if you round corners too quickly.” Jeremy’s
eyes looked pretty blood shot but the blank stare meant
my message got through. Jeremy positioned himself behind
the wheel like Dale Earnhardt and I took the rope behind
the rear of the car. Exhaust blowing in my face and only
making me that much more euphoric, I grasped the cold, icy
rope in between my fingers as I waited for Jeremy’s
driving to begin. He took off, much faster than expected,
and I grasped the rope for dear life. “Wow. This is
pretty far out,” was my first response, but just like
bad acid, things were going downhill quick. I had specifically
told Jeremy to take the corners cool as my momentum would
pull me far outside on turns making me vulnerable to bailage.Jeremy didn’t heed to protocol and took the
first left turn like Vin Diesel in that really lame movie
The Fast & The Furious. I tried to hold the rope, but
it was useless. The momentum ripped my body around the turn
so quickly I lost control and me and the snowskate skidded
out and used the double beam side impact doors of a brand
new Audi as a slow me down device. The car didn’t
like it. In fact, I hit the car so fast the rearview was
hanging off like a limp broken wrist. I quelled in pain
and lurched over in the fluffy white stuff. No fucking movement
in my arm at all! God damn it! I am ruined! The car alarm
was going off in the most annoying way car alarms only go
off and I looked up to the sky as I watched the sun fade
into a blood red. I heard the car alarm click off and some
voice entered my stream of consciousness. “Holy shit!
What’s going on here? What happened to my fucking
car?” Jeremy rolled up about this time and later would
tell me, “ I drove about 5 minutes before I noticed
you were not behind the car,” As I stood there in
the snow, a brand new Audi with a new missing right rearview
mirror beside me, my friend sitting drunk and patiently
inside his car, and now a pissed off middle aged Bob Barker
look alike is standing over me. “Get up, Oatesy!”
Jeremy shouts from the Four-Runner. “What happened
to my car?” asks the old man. “Dale Earnhardt.”
I respond patiently, my chest still feeling the effects
of wind removal from the lungs. “Dale Earnhardt is
dead,” the old man responds. “Not in spirit!”
I say, jumping up, grabbing the snowskate and entering the
Four-Runner. You too can have this kind of fun. Premier
Snowskates are for every man, woman, and child. Hop on now.
www.premiersnowskates.com
Sims
2002 Brian Thien Pro Model
The
day finally came to trade in my well-worn, well-traveled,
well loved bike messenger bag for the Prada of the Skate
Industry. The Gravis Check Point bag is more of an indie
rawker’s dream though, slick, hip, and uber fuctional.
The front mesh pouch allows easy access to my important
items.
We
were drunk again. There we stood, in almost three feet of
knee deep powder, tying a rope to the back of Jeremy’s
Four-Runner. This had all started innocently. An insane
day of pow pow at the Bowl, a twelver of Pabst as a pre-fade
and a hash pipe like the Neverending Story, now we found
ourselves once again in the cold trying to see how extreme
we could be. Sure, we’d ridden Premiere SnowSkates
before but on this fateful day we were taking the snowskate
into realms never before visited by common man. Boredom
had quickly set in as we launched ourselves off kicker after
kicker with the ‘lil board that looks like a skate,
rides kind of like a skate, but alas, you do it on frozen
precipitation. These things are fun on small hills, in your
backyard, or in any snowskate arena you deem worthy, we
decided to take it to the street and never look back. “OK,
gun the engine, but be cool, my ass will go flying off this
thing if you round corners too quickly.” Jeremy’s
eyes looked pretty blood shot but the blank stare meant
my message got through. Jeremy positioned himself behind
the wheel like Dale Earnhardt and I took the rope behind
the rear of the car. Exhaust blowing in my face and only
making me that much more euphoric, I grasped the cold, icy
rope in between my fingers as I waited for Jeremy’s
driving to begin. He took off, much faster than expected,
and I grasped the rope for dear life. “Wow. This is
pretty far out,” was my first response, but just like
bad acid, things were going downhill quick. I had specifically
told Jeremy to take the corners cool as my momentum would
pull me far outside on turns making me vulnerable to bailage.