Magic Memories

shem roose wrote:

….and Nate Moody.

We could have Pete Seward and Mark Schnesky chillin’ in the parking
lot keeping the beers cold in the trunk of Schnesky’s car

Roose

p.s. Randy reminded me yesterday that it has been about 15 years
since I joined the crew….salad days….still wish I had a photo of
Randy pouring that 3 liter of Root Beer or Ginger Ale on your
head.

Vince:

There were some randoms that came in and out of the crew. Some I don’t even know their names. Some didn’t talk much, just rode in the groups and sat near us at lunch.

I exercised EXTREME restraint that day. If I had not, RG would probably not be with us today… and if he was, he’d not be so damned pretty.

VRL

shem roose wrote:
who was that Troll or Wood Gnome that used to ride with us from time to time at Bromley?
Scott Lenhardt wrote:

don’t forget COLORFUL MAN!
i think the Troll was Todd West. he ruled.
Vince

What about creepy, potentially homo, short liftie guy?
Didn’t he ask us to come over and do laundry over a few beers?

Yea, laundry and a couple beers!

VRL

shem roose wrote:

Holy Shit! That’s right!!!

Scott Lenhardt

Jim Jim Jim!

- Corey Heyer and his condo de ganj
- Erica Ellis in the prime of her development. – Riding with Jet and filming each other before we met the Glebe crew. Extremely boring footage.
- After meeting the Glebe crew and fucking studying that footage all week in slow motion in order to learn something about style.
- The ol’ kneel down behind someone while somebody else pushes them over you. HA! That kills me every time!
- Vin’s greasy baseball hat
- “I hate jumps – I hate them! I hate them I hate them I hate them!” -Mikey
- all of my friends judging the 1st annual Jibfest
- Randy and Curt wall riding a rock with very little speed
- Tyler Emond and Mike narrating us as we went off kickers
- the first time i got to share in the drinking of Ben and Jerry’s. i knew i had made the team.

thanks for letting a couple of Rupert dipshits hang out.
scott

Vin:

- Shaking my head in disbelief and the belief that we were watching something special, when Gavin and/ or Randy would do something amazing on a snowboard, quite humbly
- Eating chewy steak and riding Vew Do boards at Gavin’s condo til late, late at night.
- Riding hard, fast and precise under the black triple at Magic. I mean the upper part, the part with an off-kilter fall line so the bottom toeside turns were fuckin insanely fun…on an M13 with Koflach hard boots.
- Checking my deep carve lines on the way back up the lift, noticing there was not much flat board in the transition between turns.
- Hobbling into class at an all boys high school in New Jersey with a broken knee. Feeling proud when the kids in class realized that “the snowboarder kid” hurt his knee again snowboarding in Vermont that past weekend.
- Watching Geoff Weate try to do insane tricks on a snowboard with terrible style, but pure desire to progress and have fun. Geoff is what’s gone from snowboarding today.
- Feeling really proud when One Track’s Mine got played in my parent’s living room, then the Manchester Burton Factory Store, then The Boarding House in Burlington, then the Burton Winter Sales Meeting in the late 90′s.
- Stupid trivia games in the lift line at Magic
- Watching some dumb ass try to ski in a huge Smartfood bag costume on a windy day
- Riding early, riding late, riding in every kind of weather, in shitty clothing and with beat equipment.
- Tuning my board
- Life run
- Left- right
- Sunrise corner
- Sunrise at Stowe
- timberside
- Twister

Shem:

“I want to go to Pie in the Sky…” Jesse and Randy know what that’s all about.

Trying to 50/50 a white birch in the woods at Stowe with Randy, and slipping out onto my shins.

Glebelands being interviewed at Bolton by Yankee Magazine TV.

Mike’s backside 180 on an M6? at the bottom of Bromley.

Scott and Randy laughing at me when I landed on my kidney in the park at Bromley….then going to Bennington Hospital in an ambulance with Sue Izzo.

Gavin’s OR oven Mitts.

Driving to Manchester and staying at Gavin’s after working at West Mountain (lift Operator) in New York…and eating Little Charlie’s pizzas, steaks, and whatever else I could take from my parent’s freezer.

Jet’s jester hat.

Mike’s white Mazda MPV that went through 3 transmissions and also carried our asses to Stowe every weekend…sorry about all the times Randy and I flicked spit at you Mike.

Vin railing any board.

Nick’s Loafer boots (which he still has).

Wrestling in the hotel rooms during the US Open.

Harmonizing.

the little snake run through the woods to get to the park at Bromley?

i think we were good at making the most out of what we had.-Roose

p.s. Homos

Gaetano:

or how about the time we all sprayed pete seward at the bottom on the deck, i still can see the barrel that came over his head….

Mike:

Maybe I’ll share some moments as well:- Touching Scotty’s clean white hairless ass for the first time.

- Fearing for my life the first time I saw Gavin’s bear hide ass.

- Getting off the red lift, bombing down the top part of the hill and ollying up onto the picnic table one at a time.

- Slipping on ice on the bank and landing my bean on a fucking root. It was bleeding in my pants and I literally though I cut it off.

- Driving to Burr and Burton on my days off to pick up Gavin and his switchblade to go riding. You’d be arrested if you tried that today.

- “it’s time to pay the piper”.

- Having a hard time convincing Nick to get off his ski’s and on a board.

- Being the new guys at Bromely after Magic closed it’s doors on us. And having Jet and that crazy kid with the spotted leopard skin hair take us in like family.

- Shaping the hay to help make the Magic halfpipe the best it could possibly be.

Andy Apgar

I suppose I’ll share some memories, while we’re at it:

- Chasing the Burton team around Magic in the rain. Craig railing a PJ7 in soft boots.

- Riding the Magic lift with “that guy” who worked at the Burton store, who was all decked out in the latest red/white gear, riding next year’s board. Mike.

- Chasing Randy and Gavin through the riverbeds at Stowe. I learned more in 1992-1994 from all you guys than in all the years before or since.

- Being welcomed by an amazing group of guys despite being weird, sarcastic, immature and sometimes ill-tempered. And despite having a dog (or two) who shit all over the floor, though by that time I guess you were stuck with me.

aa

p.s. Homos.

what was up with that traverse to Timberside?