Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Everyone else is doing it

Okay. There's like somehow like all this hubbub about the Look Pivot? Like, I don't really get it, but, like, here goes. 

The basic design of the Pivot was finalised in the late 60s.  If this is good, bad, indifferent, maybe just interesting, I don't rightly know.  The Nevada N17 doesn't have the name recognition of, say, the Rossi FKS, but both heels have a giant heel lock like an overgrown cow magnet floating on two small arms that connect to a turntable/Lazy Susan thingie that now also holds the brake but didn't back in the olden days***.  I'm not sure when brakes started appearing on bindings in general, but companies didn't settle on their current position under the heel until the late 70s or early 80s.  I imagine the toe position both complicated the toe's release and the anti-friction device (with it's much cooler sounding acronym, AFD) and caused/allowed/was disabled by icing.

Toe pieces were, and still are, different throughout the binding line.  Today there are three options, from an 11-din heap of plastic to the 15- and 18-din all-metal, single pivot, rotary release toes that are shared with Look's race bindings.  For a minute back in the 90s there was this cool wing-release toe that looked like a futuristic football stadium at the front.


Futuristic football stadium. You choose what kind.


I have thoughts on binding toes. Rotary-release toe pieces tend to have longer elastic travel, which all the pundits and all the freeride bros in the liftline yammer about incessantly as though that's the measure of not only a binding, but a skier.  It's like the dropper post, um, drop that all the endurbros yammer about incessantly in the coffee store in Hyde Park.  "How much drop you got?" "240 mil." "Yeah? I GOT 75 MIL IN THE TOE." Something like that.  More important to me, the skier who never leaves the ground but has a good bit o' that ol' kinetic energy goin mach stupid at 265 el bees, the release is very smooth.

Wing-release toes do the job, but with a little more fuss and a little less comfortably.  There's usually a lot of plastic, although that is a function more of price-point than structural necessity, and in, say, an old Salomon 912 from back in the day, there was a good bit of plastic even in a rotary toe.  

At any rate, though there has been a good 30 years and more of R&D into bindings and the cost of rotary toes should therefore not be prohibitive or even high, even Salomon has quit that shit.  It makes me sad.  There are only two readily available in the retail market today, and they are not coincidentally the 15- and 18-din Pivot/SPX Race toes.  Why does this matter, if Bob St Pierre says he likes the new Strive 16, with its awkwardly low toe and knockoff 747 "colourway"?  Because I said so.


Been around a minute.


The Pivot challenges the modern gear frenzy.  Everyone goes on and on about new this, new that, and the upper tier of the Pivot family has with minimal exaggeration only changed to meet the fashion of the day.  The big news last year was the new Pivot 2.0, with a new heel and unchanged toe. The refinements boil down to some reinforcement on the sides of the cow magnet where all the young kids are scraping the paint off cos they ain't got that good mid-Aughts steez like I do, a little extra magic oomph of some kind in the pole-box for a less disfiguring release, and a small--7mm, give or take--increase in forward pressure adjustment.  The Pivot is touted as the new hotness every year by online mags and whatnot. It just isn't, though, and that makes me happy.  The new changes, those small and easily overlooked things, are welcome.  They do not improve the experience all that much, but they do signal that Look isn't *ahem* looking to drop the binding any time soon.  (Speaking of which, if you have a line on any mid-Aughts Salomon 916, 914, STH 16, or STH 14 bindings, I want em.  Especially if the brakes are wide or if they're in any wild non-North American colours.)


I realised I don't have any good close-ups of these bindings and for that I blame Tim Cook just like I blame him for how wildly poorly typed my text messages are and for why I sent my friend Jake a picture of literally nothing while trying to ax im a question about literally something well anyway it's cos I got a new phone and counldn't figure out how to sync up the photos and HEY TIM GO SOAK YOUR HEAD.


I think about ability a lot.  Having it, not having it in certain circumstances, being good enough at something, say, baseball, to enjoy it, but not good enough to keep playing it beyond high school.  Or the mountain bike, on which I can confidently ride a lot of trail, until things get weird.  Then I just get scared and lock up.  On skis, the point of locking up is much further into the deep end, not quite in over my head.  

I occupy two fairly rarified worlds, both in skiing where sometimes not metaphorically I am the best skier on the mountain, and in bikes, where I have 21 years worth of career experience and see so many skilled riders who cook their gear each year.  There is a stark lack of context.  This is visible in multiple ways, but for my purpose here it is in the choice of gear.  Esoteric and--importantly--really expensive choices are made, justified by some imagined need.  I can see it happen all around me, folks "needing" XTR cranks at {checks Shimano for retail} over $300 without chainring, or an XO1 cassette at $530, when as the kids are saying, we have cranks and cassettes at home.  Only in this meme, the crank is $125 WITH chainring, and the cassette is $220, and both serve their purpose with the same exact functionality.  Only folks with top-tier ability will know the difference.

This top-tier ability, coupled with the theory of the aspirational product, supports this almost arcane buying habit.  If my wording is sounding circular, bear with me.  We are surrounded by folks at or above our ability and financial levels.  We exist in a space largely populated by like-minded folks, at least when it comes to gear and experiences.  There is a much, much larger populace who indulge in the same activities, about whom we feel not so much more superior than, but entirely separate from.  And this, especially in the 18-din version, is where the Pivot 2.0 comes in.  Everybody else is doing it, so why can't we?  All the guys on the FWT are slammin Pivots on their 120mm freeride skis, jackin the din to 45, and gettin free RedBull for life, that must be the ticket.  New criticism, this abjectly is not.  Nor is it original, or rarely repeated.  This is Marketing 102.  (101 must be how to weaponise languistic incorrectness.)

In my rarified worlds, even absent the RedBull-type circuits, not only is the large recreational populace who also participate in our sports ignored, the gear they use is as well.  The building is 7 floors high, but we always take the elevator to the 5th and act like that's the basement.  A $125 crank that's as expensive as many bikes people ride is "entry-level". A 14-din binding that's above most skiers' heads is similarly "just barely enough".  We're exposed to really, really expensive gear early and often, and I think that inures us to our shelling out serious, usually hard-earned ducats.


Gratuitous shot of my tracks made on skis that may or may not have a Pivot 15 masquerading as a Rossignol Race 155 from '003.  I cannot confirm that they help me get solid edge pressure before the apex, nor can I deny it.  I can confirm to the internet commentators that they do not hinder said carving, that indeed it is you, internet commentators, that cannot generate adequate edge pressure before the apex in a carve.  What's the apex, ask all you internet commentators? It's the part where your skis are parallel to the fall line, above and below which I have almost symmetrical pressure.  Now go take on the day.


Sometimes this circular reasoning, this ignorance of the function of something as theoretically simple as a ski binding, goes above mere marketing susceptibility.  Look doesn't really advertise in any memorable way.  They don't need to.  They are one of 4 main binding companies out there, and due to the realities of our late-stage capitalism, they are supported by a gigantic holding corp of one variety or other while simultaneously being required equipment on the bulk of skis sold by this same holding corp.  The Rossignol Group of which Look is an integral part is not unique or insidious.  This is just business, as they say.  You can agree or not.

Nobody skiing resorts in between "work from home" shifts at the local coffee store needs an 18-din binding.  I, and they, don't need a 15-din kit, or even 14.  I'm a stocky dude, aggressive, skilled, skiing three days a week, and I'm a 9.5 on the holy sheet.  The highest I've ever charted a customer was a dude who at like 6'6", 250 el bees, with a not-crazy long foot, and he was a 12.  I could barely test his toes with our Vermont Safety cos the correct torque was like eleventy-fortyleven moon units or whatever.  He skied daily, pro patroller that he was.  What these medium-build cats who've never stood atop a no-fall zone in 13" of Cascade, um, "powder" think they need with a knee-killing 14-din setting on a Pivot 15, let alone 18, is beyond me.  Ours not to reason why, I guess.

The Pivot, separate of its corporate genesis, is THE binding of the moment.  There have been others, like the mythical green spring--don't ask me cos I don't know--Salomons of the late 90s and early 000s, or the Marker MRR Turntable of the mid 80s, or, poetically, the Pivot-lineage Look Forza circa the page turning year of 1990.  Look doesn't have to advertise because any marketing collateral is good money thrown after bad.  There is nothing so powerful in marketing as out and out lust, and when you can have your cake and eat it, too, you do.


It do look nice.


So, how does it ski, you ask?  I need more experience with the binding mounted on other skis, but my first impression is that it skis like any other good binding.  It disappears under your foot, letting the boot talk directly to the ski while the ski talks directly to the snow.  It releases as it should, doesn't over-damp the snow feel like a plastic Marker from their venerated--but not really all that great--Royal Family does, and looks good doing it.*  Yeah, I said it.  My favourite binding, the 900s Equipe of the late 90s, is definitely form-follows-function in its appearance.  Its replacement, the 914, had a little more elegance, but still didn't rise visually too high above the rabble.  I find this æsthetic comforting, sometimes even pleasing, but I do like me a little steez.

So, where do we go from here, you ask?  My hope is that Salomon sees the continued success of the Pivot lineage and brings the old 747 family back.  I don't see any reason why they would, other than sheer cussedness, and they aren't Sámi.  Not much incentive there.  Basically, where I go is I scour the ski swap every November, check the internet periodically, and try to have a few loose sawbucks on hand specifically for that 997, or that STH14, should I or you come across one.


These would be nice. Rare J-Spec, all three of my favourite 997 colours represented.  Keep them eyes peeled, if you would.  And if you are a person of substance at Salomon, get me these back on the market in 10, 12, 14, and 16. I'd even settle for 10, 13, and 16.  Just frickin do it.  Stat.


In the end, I hear endless justification, fluffed-up statements of need, or comparisons to friends who totally ski every week at Mt Shredly, but I almost never hear the only two legitimate reasons for buying a Pivot 18 or 15.  The first, stated a little less succinctly over our time together at the old shop by Ryan (the Owner) than I'll type out here, is if a given skier is aggressive beyond his or her own skill, preferably if that given skill set is still rich and deep like Ryan's.  If you have the ability to get yourself into that sketchy situation and the willingness to schralp yer way on down, crashing and injury possibilities be damned, then maybe the elastic travel and superior retention is for you.  Otherwise, all I can say for myself is "I just want one".  There is no need to justify yourself.  If you have the--uff da--DAMN NEAR $500 for this kit, by all means.  Send it.  Them new "colourways" is right.  Otherwise, why do we need new bindings when we have bindings at home?!  (I have three pairs, jetzt, heute, and two of them are even full sets.)  Or if you don't, Evo's got a Salomon Strive 12 on sale for like a buck sixty.  It's good enough for all of us.  Yes, even me, that most refined of consumers.**

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 Title is from the seminal 90s Gen X identifier record Everyone Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? by the Cranberries.  But you knew that.

*  Well, there's a few recent "colourways" that Look could have skipped.  The Forza re-release didn't cut any mustard, let alone THE mustard, for an example.

**  Granted, you will hafta put a, like, 6 mil gas pedal under that shit, but, like, that's why I'm here.

***Always looking for an excuse to post Eben Weiss' masterpiece, The Dachshund of Time.


Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Keeping my options open

I just drove past our old place.  There are new neighbours across the side street.  I think the apartments back there got their rents raised, and the quiet, friendly, working-class Latino family who always waved or nodded or smiled lost out to some real winners right before we moved.  They were there a whole weekend before we left and already the dad had parked his truck and trailer on our lawn, the mom had scared off all the birds with her unmuffled Honda Accord, and the son had yelled at passersby and then left his bike in our driveway.  The sorta folk who spread their drama all over, regardless of their neighbours' desire for exactly the opposite.  I guess moving across town isn't all bad.

I sound like a jerk, and maybe I am.  Maybe I should just listen to James McMurtry quoting whomever he quoted. There, but for the grace of God, et cetera.


This will make sense in a minute. For now, just practice your MA even though this cat ain't movin.


I like to tell stories, and I have a short attention span. They all interconnect, somehow, maybe just with me performing the function of disinterested and rarely-central nexus. Or maybe it's just that I thought of one thing, and then I thought of another, and I'll vamp until I can connect the dots from A to Q to * to Ň to ~ to B.  Sometimes a cigar, y'know, is just a bunch of smoke and mirrors.  Something like that.

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I have been struggling a bit of late to keep up with the world.  Keep all the marshmallows from burning.  Last fall I tried to rejoin the ski industry and tune some skis locally, like within walking distance.  It did not work out.  I felt so out of touch with the kids, y'know?  Everyone acted simultaneously like time didn't exist and that everything needed to be done early.  The bosses, and they were many, definitely hadn't been to Charm School in a while.  The first day on the tune finishing bench was one of the worst work days of my life.  I am not being dramatic, and I could not point to any one thing. Within three weeks, I was having anxiety, the likes of which I haven't felt in a decade, maybe two, so I quit. Ryan (the Owner) let me have Fridays off in the hopes that I'd mellow out, and in some ways I did.  Still, some days I'd rather just dump this whole 20-year "career" of mine and drive a cat at Lost Trail or something.


One of those Fridays. An excuse to post pics of Soldier. 


I've long held that the 88mm ski is the best ski.  I still think so, at least when you consider who it's aimed at, which is basically everyone, and who can enjoy it, which is definitely everyone.  Many good examples here, like the old Monster and Kästle's MX88.  There's a Stöckli, of course, the SR88, and the Fischer Motive 86.  The last Bandit XXX from Rossi was 90mm, basically the same thing.  The list goes on, and since I sold my first-year Kendo in '016 in order to afford moving out of the shitstorm that The Place Who Shall Not Be Named had become for Amy and me both, I have had a bit of a hole in my soul.  I had a 175 Monster 88, the last legit one Head made, the black one with the totems that Euros don't seem to understand is theft, but it was on its third binding/fourth mount--thanks, LB, next time remember the RooClear--which is a Rottefella Cobra R8 tele and my knees don't exactly do that anymore.  Something about chondral loss and "post-surgical appearance".  Osteo-arthritis, as Lora the Trainer told me back in June.  (Sound familiar?)  Anyway, those went to CO with my niece.  The MX88 I saved from the compactor scratched the itch but didn't cure the rash.  Clapped out, tuned out, skied out, all the above.  Skis well in soft, not so much on hard.  I wanted, no, NEEDED a new 88mm ski.  I spent countless coffee times reading reviews, watched all the skiers on the hill even though I'm the best skier on the mountain, tried to find the exact pair that would be the one.  I feel like I've said this sort of thing before.

At The Swap last fall, I found first a Fischer 86GT that might have fit the bill, but the $300 tag and the wore out system bindings put me off.  I saw a Motive 86, the spiritual grandfather of the GT, for $89, and couldn't hold it in.  Weeks later, after my failed tune-shop experiment, I stopped by a different shop with a stone and was about to get em flattened when I realised there were 16 conspicuous pimples on the base.  Again, don't forget the melamine, Dr Mechanic Person!  And again, back to square one.

Fischer says this is their RC One 86GT?*


Rudi Finžgar founded Elan in 1945, along with "nine other visionaries."  They've sponsored a few big names, two of which can be described as the best of their generation.  Heck, just about any generation.  Ingemar Stenmark would be the 2001 Seattle Mariners of World Cup Alpine if the Mariners had won the Series that year and then continued on to win the Olympics.  (I know that's not how it works; that's how good Ingemar was.)  Plake is, well, Plake.  Not many skiers of the 80s and 90s were good enough--as Plake was and still is--to wave off Scot Schmidt as the guy who hip checks everything, but then, it ain't bragging if it's true.

Along the way, Elan has built some great skis, many of which are long forgotten, simply their version of whatever was on the podium at the races and moguls venues.  They claim to be innovators in graphics, too, being the pioneer in screen printing topsheets.  Then there was the Quad 1.  I don't even know what the story was there, but dag, did I want one.  Today 121mm under foot sounds like if that weird anesthesiology doctor who told me he wouldn't kill me like MJ the Creeper's doctor did had forgot to show up to my surgery at all but Beckmann the Knee Mechanic started in with the dremel tool anyway.  There was the Spectrum, which, in that forgotten period around 2014, was one of the best, most approachable powder skis out there.  It was with me on one of the only truly great Utah runs in two winters in Northern Utah.  I think that most folks didn't notice it at all, unfortunately.  They--Elan, not the docs at St Luke's--are responsible in part for the shape of skis today.  Bode Miller says that the credit is his alone, but that's just part of his myth. They are credited with building the first "hourglass" ski to really take hold, the SCX.  Before that, 20 years or so, they were building deeper sidecuts into skis than other brands were.  Ingemar skied the Uniline long before Bode race-plated a K2 Four in an amateur race and started building his brand.  If I sound like I'm Bode-hating, I'm not. He's just more sure of himself than he deserves to be.  Then again, I can't hope to finish a gated run on der Streif, let alone schralp the A net while doing so.

Of late, especially since the SCX, Elan is more known as either that one Euro brand that builds everyone else's skis--it's probly of little coincidence that Hashtag Peak By Bode Miller is made in Begunje--or the cruiser ski company.  At most, here in the States, they're the Ripstick brand.  Easily accessible, floaty, playful skis for the weekender crowd.  


Yeah, no.


Hidden in amongst the ruckus, or lack thereof, is the Wingman.  It's the descendant of the first Amphibio skis, a sort of graduate school version of ideas that have been kicking around for years.  Where the Scotty Bob (above) failed, the Elan Amphibio did not, largely because it was executed better, with much more subtlety.  I have enjoyed a few Amphibio-equipped skis over the years, though I won't even hesitate to say the actual traits that Elan calls "Amphibio technology" are gimmicky at best. The idea is that the outside of the tips and tails are lifted off the snow by rocker and the inside is not, shortening the outside edge dramatically and allowing for easier release and initiation.  If your eyes glazed over and you started thinking about Crispy Creams, then I made my point.  Still, and all, the lineage has been a fruitful and enjoyable one.  The old Apmhibio 84 is among my favourite all-mountainy frontside skis ever.

The Wingman is a simpler, more classic ski.  Wood core, minimal bs, and some metal.  They build three versions at the moment that are relevant to this particular fever dream, getting more and more techy as the number behind the Euro sign gets bigger.  Last Christmas, give or take, I was doing my rounds of the internet and found a Wingman 86 Ti at Second Tracks Level Nine in SLC.  184, cos I thought I needed the burliest version.  Everyone said it's a ski with limits, like Elliot on the Youtube, and I assumed that was cos it was undergunned.  


Paper-jigging in the laundry room.


It was not.  They are.  This is a strong and strong-minded ski.  My first day on the ski, after paper-jigging one of my 25 year old 900s Equipes with a satisfying amount of double, treble, and tetruple checking, was maybe not the day the ski was designed for.  A handful of new, cold, the sorta day that causes most folks to clutch their pearls and reach for the Big Stix.  I had a blast, once I sighted in the radius and the fact that this ski does one turn shape--round AF--real well, and that other turn shapes might not be why you buy this ski.  After a full season, I've found this ski to be capable in most conditions, on most terrains, an actual all-mountain ski.  As advertised.  Where Elliot (and all the others, I just use him as an example cos he's local) is wrong is that one can definitely ski this off-piste if one so chooses.  It makes round turns there, just like on the groomers he says are its only playground.  At speed, slow, it doesn't really matter.

I haven't been wrong about skis very often, and when I have, it's mostly been my underestimating just how many conditions there are in which they would excel.  This blue and green board, with its kinda over-done Euro-style marketing and funky topsheet, is one of the most fun skis I have ever been on.  It does do the roundy groomer turns well, just like Elliot says.  It also does all the other things.  I made a handful of runs in some creamy day-old at Soldier in January, and I didn't wish for any other ski.  Obviously, the normal caveats apply.  If I'd brought a wider ski, it would have been better in the duff and fluff, but I enjoyed the day without complaint.  It jumps off the Cabin Traverse into the Triangle moguls like it should, like all the other good skis out there.  And, not coincidentally, I like that I can ski it in conditions that others have adamantly claimed it couldn't even look at, let alone handle with aplomb.


My magic internet and photo rectangle thinks I love these shots. Also, another nother reason excuse to post pics of Soldier, too, as well.


Pertinents:

- 86mm waist, 17 metre radius, 131mm tip--which may account for the better-than-expected float and playfulness.

- Amphibio Not that important.  Or at all.

- Last year's model was $600 flat, which is obviously what you should buy.  I bet a Pivot would allow even more versatility than my stoic-like-Nordic-me 1999 900s binding.  There's a system version, which, even though Jeff from Ski Essentials says is just fine, isn't just fine.  System bindings start ruining ski feel about the 80mm mark, maybe even narrower.  Screws, man, they're the best.  Gotta use that #3 Posi for something or other.

- Minimal tip rocker, and almost no tail rise.  Square tail.  If you ski backward or are, like, from QC and think a trampoline is a training tool, this isn't for you.

- I mounted it at recommended boot centre, but I bet if you sized down and scooted back, you'd access some more schlarve in the tail.  Don't be tempted.  Size up and give 'er.  Turns are supposed to be round, anyway.  Point-and-slash is the ski version of Trix.

- Did I mention it's not super expensive?  I like that.

- Stand on it.  Centre of mass over base of support.  Be involved in the outcome of your day.  It's quite enjoyable, really.


Plake, not hip-checking even a little.

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Title from Kathleen Edwards' not-as-recent-as-it-seems-cos-of-Covid song "Options Open", on her 2020 album Total Freedom.  I always feel like brand loyalty is a bad idea, my 5 Soma frame purchases and 3 Subarus and, like, 80 goshdarn 747-lineage bindings aside.  Everybody burns you in the end.  In point of fact, the only non-prescription thing I can think of where I didn't deviate from brand is the Scarpa Terminator. 3 for 3 in 24 years.  For 43 years, I been keepin my options open.

* They use Bafatex, which is some kinda material that used in sails. I think it's a woven combination of unicorn floss and narwhal feathers.


Okay, maybe he didn't suck that bad, but I bet he can't pronounce the run leader's name or the Deutscher word for departure.  Besides, if you are on national telly claiming Ester's gold is only cos she was on Mikaela's skis, your grand idear is based on a drunk mechanic's attempt to reattach a gimmick to a ski, and you base a ski company on that and start it with an asshole ski exec from one of the two worst corps in the industry, I gotta say I'm skeptical.
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Really lastly, this was sposeta hit publish last year but life takes you where it goes,  or so it would seem.