hammerwoman

Hi, been gone from here for about eight years. Looking to connect with @Steph, one of the organizers of the ECES at Stratton in February, 2016. Steph, if you’re out there, DM me, thanks. Gail

Price drop to $200 including shipping. . . getting ready to move south. . .

Boots have about a day on them. I didn't plan to sell them, for sure, which is why they have my name on them. That, and the small melt spot on one liner tongue (from heat molding) are the only issues, and the reasons why they're $300, with shipping.

Bindings are sold, pics of boots up tonight.

I have a pair of TD3 Sidewinders, and a TD3 Second Board Kit, all 6-degree cant disks, with one pair of standard 4-hole center disks and one pair of 3-hole (Burton) disks. Two pairs of blue e-rings and one pair of yellow, blue and yellow e-pads (yellow currently installed). About two hours on the bindings. $400 shipped in the USA. Also a pair of Deeluxe Track 700 boots with Thermoflex liners, Mondopoint 27. Heat-molded once. A day and a half on the boots. No footbeds. $300 shipped in the USA. Pics to come, hopefully this evening.

My Sunapee "Value Pass" is still blacked out (until Monday), gotta ride, and I can't make myself pay for a full-price ticket, so this will be my first foray into my little "community" hill, Whaleback in Enfield, NH, since moving to the Upper Valley. Modest terrain, damn little water, and virtually no capital, it's one of those hills that relies on community activism, volunteers, and luck to keep chugging along, year after mostly-year. My biggest worry is that the little place will steal my heart, and I wind up one of the volunteer corps, especially since I can't break my lifelong working-skier habits of picking up trash, tossing stones, checking every sheave train I ride under, chatting up people on the lift, very much etc. If you're at loose ends this New Year's Eve, come on out. Never having been there, not sure where to meet up with anyone, but it's not that big a place. Just yell, "Hey Hammer!" if you see a hardbooter in all black, riding an old UltraPrime in white boots.

Judging from all the brown visible on the Sunapee mountain cams, there's no way they're going to make it tomorrow (Saturday, 11/26). My boards are still being held hostage by the shop that's grinding them for me, so I won't be able to get to Okemo until at least midday. I may just decide I can wait until Sunday, unless somebody wants to join me tomorrow afternoon for a likely slushfest?

I have a Sunapee/Okemo pass, and will drive over to Okemo any time to meet Sam and you and your family!! Of course, there's riding with Steph at Stratton that will have to happen, and although Gretchen, the head snowboard coach at Mt.Snow, isn't a hardbooter, she's awesome. If you see a hardbooter in all black- and I'll quit wearing black when they make something darker- just yell "Hey Hammer!!"

Excellent! I'll have a place to bring someone when they're ready to try, and bonus, I'll have a pass!!

My season's pass is paid for, my quiver's shaping up. I plan on riding Sunapee regularly, and Okemo as the mood/time off/snow goddess takes me. If I'm there, I'll be on one of the first Sunapee Express chairs after the patrol opens it Saturday/Sunday. I'll be posting regularly when I know I'll be there. If you see somebody all in black on an old Ultra Prime or a new Coiler, just yell "Hey, Hammer!" It's my Roller Derby name, and it's easier to yell than "Gail."

Still planning on a Sunapee pass for the coming season, although big new titanium hardware in my right leg from Roller Derby.

Thanks for the invite, Eric, wish I could cut loose for that. Last fall, as motorcycle season was winding down, I did the same thing I've done since we had our family racing team (which is no more), and committed my "free time" and $$ resources to a bunch of building/fabricating projects that really have to get finished before spring. . . there's a bike on the lift, an XLF1200S (a H-D flat-track replica for the street) that's half wired and needs brackets and a splash guard fabricated tomorrow- all that's gotta get done before the newly-laced wheels arrive from Buchanan's Spoke and Rim on Monday, so I can install tires and a chain conversion next weekend, then figure out how to get the sludge out of an aluminum race tank without destroying the paint job. . . yeah, and on, and on, and then a track bike to finish before riding-school season starts. That's where my brain is, and all the usual weekend chores (including the inevitable parts ordering) have to happen today. Whew. So glad I remembered what winter is for, and I'm not planning on any big projects for next winter, just riding. New boots and bindings on their way from Bomber, and I'm on Bruce's list. . . many months of rice and beans coming up!

Tabatha, I should have tried that board!! What a dope.

I'm finally back on a snowboard after some years away, loving winter again, and wondering where the Sunapee hardbooter crew has gone. I'll only get out a few more times (if at all) this season, once my new boots arrive and get fitted. Looking seriously at a season pass for 2016-2017, the price if you buy prior to April 30th is really good. I'm mostly limited to weekends. Time to take this mountain back!!

I'll write more later- but this was the best day I've had in a really long time; never had a group like that to ride with. Glad we had the gondola to keep the rain off for the rides up. Thank you all for an amazing welcome back to the carving community!

Due to scheduling issues at work, I'm down to one day at Stratton- thankfully, it's Thursday!! I'll be there, whether or not I can keep up, I don't know!

Steph, I'll be there!

Count me in!!

Advice is always dangerous- but- there are enough well-experienced replies that it appears an ounce of prevention is called for. Salt water from the walkways around the lodge, as well as sweat from inside the boots makes short work of cheap zinc-plated hardware. Anti-seize/ moly paste/ assembly lube are all names for the same indescribably messy goop that we use very sparingly on motorcycle parts during assembly; it makes things much easier later on. Taking the soles apart and lubing them, and installing stainless hardware if you can get it when you buy your boots is probably the best idea, then take them apart and replace the hardware once a year. I actually used to do this. Using the right-size screwdriver also helps. Next time you're at the auto parts store, pick up a little tube of fine valve grinding compound and keep it in your toolbox- dip the tip of the screwdriver/allen wrench in the grinding compound and you'll be amazed at how well it will grip rusted, partly stripped fasteners- one of the best tips from an old mechanic I ever got. Then don't put them back in. And please, please, please, always remember that WD-40 isn't lubricant!!!

Can't get the multi-quote thing to work . . . mo_writer, I've got the advantage of being 5'10" and wearing a mondopoint 27. Somehow, stored in my memory was my old setup information (standard stance, twin cants, 51 degrees rear/ 66 front) so everything felt normal when I put it on. . . and I nearly always have a #3 phillips with me. Things get loose! I was the *only* hardbooter at Sunapee on Sunday. Ten years ago, there would have been a dozen riding together, all in black. We looked like crows coming down the mountain. hotracer, I've never even seen anybody run a sled on a board. By the mid-90's, I was pretty much done with sled dog duty, anyway; I'd either be in the first aid room, on a snowmobile, or out patrolling. I'm open to running sleds, but I want to see somebody do it, first!! powdahbonz, never been to ECES. Actually, I don't remember ever having been to Stratton in the winter. When I was an impoverished ski bum in the 70's and 80's, I used to tele at Bromley with the crew there, and we'd look over at Stratton -Mascara Mountain- and laugh about the upscale types that skied there. Of course, that's when a draft Pabst was still a quarter in the bar at Bromley.

Erik, have I got a job for you! Old lady getting back into carving after some years away. Legs and ankles beat up from too many motorcycle and snowboard crashes. Crap gear off eBay, demoing new gear at Stratton so I can buy when the IRS sends my refund. Hope you have a sense of humor. See you Thursday. And Friday. -Gail

So, this is how it went. The boots arrived last week, half-size too big, stuffed an extra insole in and wore heavy socks. I came home late yesterday from one of those working-hard, making-no-progress days on a bike build to find the board unexpectedly on my doorstep. The base was rippled, the edges burred, dull, rusty, and the bindings missing pieces. Screw it, I'm going. Between old parts I'd found in my workshop and what was on the board, I managed a working set of bindings, I bought one of those cheap edging tools (not my good files!) and got rid of the rust, slapped on some wax, and headed down to Sunapee for a half-day. It's usually nuts on a Sunday afternoon, but on Super Bowl Sunday, people were already leaving, and I parked right in front of the main lodge. Over to the beginner area. . . I'm buckling in, scooting around, it just feels good. When I was last here (I don't know how many years, at least six, maybe as many as ten??, but it was for certain three lower-extremity fractures ago), I don't remember there being two "magic carpets" and a fence around it. Crap. No place to hike up, and no way to be discreet, the hardboot setup is already getting comments. Screw it, get on the damn lift. . .and then off, no problem. I know that if I can just get my brain to stop yammering at me, I'll be fine. Adaptive ski program is everywhere, blind skiers, sit skiers, ankle biters buzzing around and their parents laying down in the trail. . . lots to look out for. Buckle the back boot down. Leave the boots on "walk" for the first run. Okay okay okay, point it down the hill, angle a bit over to the right-hand trail edge, look over my shoulder to make sure I'm not going to get stuffed by a sled, and on autopilot, sink into that first heelside turn, and as I come around, come up, and roll it over toeside, I grin like my head's gonna crack in half. Good thing that helmet strap's tight. Down into the base area, feeling good, back in the lift line. Some waspy gray-haired ski-school biddy is yelling at me, "Can you keep that board straight getting on and off?" I mean, really, bitch, I'm older than you, STFU. The little Ultra Prime wanted to make snappy little turns, but with the edges in such bad shape, she was making' promises she couldn't keep. Still having loads of fun. Five easy runs, and I'm ready for the summit, and for sure ready to get away from a lift without footrests, titanium reinforcements in that ankle or no. The crowd is continuing to thin out, but the Summit Quad is still a total shit show. . . only a hardbooter knows how much fun it is getting on a quad with three skiers that might suddenly do crazy things for no reason, and wind up on their backs, knees, whatever in the load zone. Gawd, and the ski ambassadors won't even talk to me on the chair (I later find out that they're mostly good, but this dude, in his mid-40's, was clueless). I got in five runs from the summit, taking the easiest intermediate trail, running the margins where the "snow" was piled up. The loose boots made the whole thing a bit vague, and and with the edges of the board like a dull saw she was a tad unpredictable on the hard stuff. At least a few times every run though, I found myself in clear territory where I could run big round turns. My legs are toast. Burnt toast. But I'm happy. Got to get the board ground off to bring some fresh metal to bear. Got to ask my boss if I can get a couple of days off for Stratton in two weeks to demo some gear. . . looks like my tax refund is spoken for. It's good to be back.

I'm a 61-year-old Registered Nurse. . . in Orthopaedics. I started snowboarding in 1990, and as soon as I could, I was patrolling on a board in ski boots, with a pair of skis sitting outside the doghouse for sled duty. Thought I would never give it up, but my (now ex) was jealous, and motorcycle racing and restoration was taking all my time. "Hammerwoman" was a name I got from motorcycle racing, and of course became my roller derby name. So, now, living alone, wondering how I ever got to hate winter, realizing I've either got to move south, or get back into it. Found a pair of old Burton Reactors, same size I wore, for $20. Found a Burton Ultra Prime with Race Plates (in a sedate 56) for $150, they should be arriving this week. I'll get the board ground, put in my bevels, tune it, and go somewhere nobody knows me to see whether my legs remember what to do- and whether the shiny titanium bits that give the TSA scanners fits let them do it. Wish me luck. If all goes well, I'll be looking for new gear soon. . . and that Donek Legacy looks sweet.

Cool, thanks for replying. Dug around in the ex's barn and found one, which is all I need for now.

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