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smoked trailer
me and two friends came up with a bright idea that ended up biting us in the ass, we bought three ounces of dope and were gonne stay in my buddies trailer for three,four days and we duct tape all the vents, so we were hot boxing it the entire time, we were playing video games and it was about half way threw the second day and guess who knocked on the doors....... the cops.
By: big_air91

11/4/2006 | 201 views
Travelin' Song
This is not a riddle. I am no one but I am everywhere. In every space and listening to every sound. I hear music. I hear laughter. I hear screaming. I hear silence. I am neither living nor dead. I come and go as I like with no plan or appointments. Some people talk to me without knowing that there is someone there to listen.

I sit next to a 14 year old boy as he is staring at the window with glazed brown eyes. On the outside he is quiet, but in his mind his thoughts are endless and rapid. He's been numbed of the dull silence that is the only conversation between his parents. The screaming would upset him, but he couldn't stop listening no matter how hard he tried. He used to miss when he was solely upset. But nothing made him disquietly fearful as did the emptiness of words to yell at each other. As I sit there i can see him contentedly express his accustomed emotions of nothing at all. No words to be exchanged no feelings to be shared. He smirks in my direction.

I'm at the shoulder of a wealthy man wearing a dark suit and expensive sunglasses. Brahm's orchestra fills the car and the man waves his forefinger in between sips of black coffee purchased from Starbucks early this morning. One thing I discovered about a person's music taste, is that it completely changes their perspective of the world in which they are racing through and ironically never actually look at. Or at least in the way I do. A Wall Street lays folded on the passenger seat next to an unopened envelope addressed to a Steven Ballmer. A small tear drop fills Mister Ballmer's eyes and cloud the symphonized world.

I am in the middle of a group of young teenage girls. The car smells like cheap body spray and lip-gloss. A palm tree air freshener sways from the rearview mirror as tedious conversation drowns out a bouncy hip hop song.

A young couple are holding hands on the armrest. I sit on the dash, watching their breath move their chests in. And out. I see their eyes change shape, but looking steadily in the same direction. It is a place unlike any other, I am there, but at the same time I feel so uninvolved and so useless. I am no one in the midst of lovers, for the physical space has been encompassed by pure emotion. And I am simply the lonely onlooker.

A tense middle-aged woman clutches the steering wheel and quietly curses to herself at every mistake made by other "bad drivers." She sings along to a Fleetwood Mac song and chews on Big Red.
"Thunder only happens when it's raining, players only love you when they're playing, say women they will come and they will go.....you stupid f*ck...when the rain washes you clean you'll know...Jesus Christ unbelievable...you'll know..."

An old woman's stomach is growling as she's searching for her free Wendy's chili coupon in her glove box. The light turns green during her search through napkins, medication receipts, and slips of paper for which the use of has been long forgotten. A driver honks behind her and she quickly lifts her head and accelerates through the intersection. "Sorry!," she says in a light, embarrassed tone. She hums an improvised tune as she thinks of her friend she eats Wendy's with every Sunday after church. He is a lonely widower like her and she's beginning to get the feeling that her friend, Mr. Collins, has taking a liking to her, and she doesn't mind the least bit. She enjoys the company and is content with the male camaraderie that she didn't know how much she missed until she met Mr. Collins. Most of her friends have either passed or moved away and her family lives near, but she drives herself to Wendy's every week not to eat, but to talk to her only friend. It's what she looks forward to throughout the week and often finds herself rushing to get there. Little to her knowledge, Mr. Collins arrives fifteen minutes to get the perfect seat by the window and will insist on wiping off the table regardless if there is crumbs on it or not. On this particular Sunday afternoon though, Mr. Collins starts to worry because he's been waiting far too long.

When the truck hit us, I watched the old woman's head hit and instantly crack the driver's side window. The speed of the truck caused the car to balance on its side for only a moment before falling backwards onto the pavement. No vocal sounds were made, for the woman was instantly killed. I could hear the trucker, who I once traveled from Omaha to San Francisco with, tell the police the woman pulled right in front of him and her mind was obviously elsewhere. He seemed sincerely upset and later cried himself to sleep in his bunk that night and many nights thereafter.

I've seen many deaths like this. I've seen the bitterest of arguments and the most intimate of conversation. I've seen children laugh and cry and I've seen families come and go. I sit and simply watch and listen, my presence always and forever unknown. I've sat hours on a congested freeway and days on the wide open road. Ironically no matter how much I've seen I will always have the desire to be somewhere with someone else, experiencing their lives in that brief moment of travel that is each one's personal, lifelong, journey.
By: infinteatbest

10/30/2006 | 197 views
desease lady
omg, me and a friend were coming back from the skate park and we stopped at a reddi mart, and a women with a foreighn desease walks in and unfortunitly were behind the lady in the line, and the women lets one rip, then after that i herd a wet one and i looked down and there was a shi*t stain in her pants, i f*cking gaged, i almost puked it smelt like peas, and rotten eggs, sturred up in horse shi*t, it was the most disgusting thing i've ever seen or smelt.
By: big_air91

10/14/2006 | 149 views
Hello
This is what really happened.
 
At a snowboard shop, a woman walks down an isle. A parrot see's her and says "hello". The woman is wondering what a parrot is doing in a snowboard shop. She proceeds. The parrot says "hello" for the 2nd time. The woman ignores it. The woman returned to the same isle. The parrot says "hello" for the 3rd time. Thinking the parrot would stop saying hello the woman said "hello". The parrot looked at her for a long moment. The parrot finally said "goodbye" as the woman left the store.
 
 
By: __snowboarder__

9/10/2006 | 185 views
Boarding gone Ape
Here is a true story about how a chimp named Louie learned to snowboard for the Disney movie MXP (Most Xtreme Primate).
 

Boarding Gone Ape

 

I consider myself pretty darn lucky being able to ski and snowboard at home anytime of the year. Having my own revolving ski deck in a converted garage that is now a ski and snowboard academy called “SnoZone” makes my school quite unique from other traditional snow ski and snowboard schools.
 
  But this was an unusual day as far as student’s goes.  A large van pulled along the curb in front of my house and what looked like a young boy hopped down wearing baggy pants and a T-shirt under a light blue jacket.  With arms hung low and knuckles almost dragging on the ground, one arm reached up to a tall slender man’s hand.  As they walked up the driveway together I could see that the little fellow had a bow-legged walk as he lightly bounced with each step, shoulders see-sawing back and forth. The baseball cap shaded his face as they approached but already the long fingers of the youth became obvious with the black matted hair on the back of his hand.  The long disproportionate arms (by a child’s standard) reminded me of Curious George without a tail.
 
    The beady, but child like eyes stared up at me and right then I knew this was going to be a pretty outrageous day.  The man named Greg was the surrogate father and trainer of Louie the Chimpanzee.  Louie was already famous as a movie star having been a hockey player and then a skateboarder in two previous movies (MVP standing for Most Valuable Primate and MVP2 standing for Most Vertical Primate 2.)  In his next movie he was to star as a snowboarding chimpanzee.
 
  With a friendly greeting, Greg introduced me to Louie - but was professional in being safety minded - and wanted to make sure that Louie was very comfortable with me before I stepped any closer.  Greg told me that chimpanzees grow to become seven times stronger than a human being and if startled might without meaning to - accidentally harm someone.  Yes, the little guy could ruin the rest of my day if I made the wrong gesture.
 

  Louie being six- years - old was only a youngster not even a teenager as far as Chimps go so was considered to be four times as strong as a man. That didn’t make me feel any better having a little Hercules to deal with.  Reminding myself that animals have a keen sense of detecting fear, I buried any thought of being scared deep as possible in my mind.  I later experienced that Louie was quite the lovable chimp and greeted me each day with a kiss.  But the thought that he had the strength to turn me into a pretzel anytime made me grateful and respectful of him.  Hey, he's the man or should I say Chimp!

 

Greg and his wife Carol mentioned that they had little over a month to turn Louie into a snowboarder.  The problem was that chimps are not familiar with the cold white stuff, not having snow as any part of their natural habitat.

  They actually hate the cold - getting pneumonia easily if exposed for any lengths of time – and they do not like holding ice cubes or snow. 
  The question both Greg and Carol asked was if we could teach the basics of snowboarding to a chimpanzee prior to getting him onto the snow.  I reassured them by saying “sure if I can teach a little boy of 3, then why not a 6 year-old chimp.”  The real issue was did we have enough time?
 
  So here begins my journey teaching a Chimpanzee on the art of snowboarding.   Chimps, I found are physically excellent athletes and maybe more so when it comes to sports dexterity.
 
 Our plan was a three-phase approach.  Phase 1 was to develop the critical skills of snowboarding on the Endless Slope.  Phase two was to purchase a 40-foot long by 20 foot wide carpet and lay it on a hill slope creating a snowboard run.  The third was to take Louie up to the snow and try his newfound skills on the real stuff.  
 Each phase had its unique problems to over come?   Though Chimpanzees are naturally built to perform like athletes, they are literally solid muscles the problem was they have an attention span of a 2 – year - old.   Keeping their interest with food as a reward kept Louie fairly focused during our lesson sessions.   Jelly fruit loops, a favorite reward staple of Louie’s were used often so we always carried them around with us.  In fact I occasionally find packets of the gummy candies hidden in my jackets and other training gear to this very day. 
 
Fresh lettuce leafs was another reward item, which he devoured when he got his hands on them, but the occasional soft drink was a real treat.  I smile every time I imagine Louie’s excitement when the soft drink can was introduced to him. This guy would do just about anything for a drink of the fizzy stuff.   The stuff however made him hyper so it was kept to a minimum as a reward item.
 
  Although the can was always pre-opened for him, Louie’s head would quickly nod in acceptance and after the lesson he would run to the holder of the drink and push out his bottom lip accepting the flow of the upturned can in his hand.   I am sure he could pull open the soft drink can tab by himself.  I learned quickly that he loves to pull on things (he tore off all my stomp pad grip tape on all my boards.)  But to avoid possible chimp frustration and turning the un-open can into a flying projectile, the can was always opened for him.   Always thought he would make a great commercial for the Dew.
 
  It was Louie’s fear of mechanical machines, however, that became our first real hurtle.   The first time I turned on the Endless Slope ski deck with it’s whining pitch sound it made Louie scream and jump in panic hysteria.  We had to coax him down from the overhead safety bars surrounding the machine.   He swung on them as if a herd of elephants were after him.  After calming Louie down we had him sit and play on the deck in the stationary mode. We then had him jog with Greg as the machine ran slowly.
 
  In time, Louie got use to the moving deck.  Next was fitting Louie for boots.  Having a prehensile foot with finger like toes required modifying the snowboard boots to fit Louie.   Basically it required removing the inner lining so the wide foot with the prehensile toes could fit comfortably in it.
 
  We discovered a step in bindings would work the best for a couple reasons.  Such a binding would allow easy and quick attachment of the boot to the board and second the bindings did not have a back heel plate, which allowed the chimp to slip in and out of his boot fairly easily.
 
  The easy slip in and out was critical because like a fox caught in a bear trap, animals instinctively fight to pull their foot out of anything that tries to hold them. It was especially true with Louie who did not understand at first the concept of having his feet attached to the snowboard.  Feeling trapped he would struggle to pull his foot out of the attached boot on the board.  Instant panic would set in and he would scream and try to yank free of the boot and once free would throw the board and shimmy up the safety bars.   Then we were back again to square one trying to get him down from the bars and worst yet he now hated the enclosed boots attached to the board.
 

  To solve this constant problem of struggling to free himself: we made it easy and obvious for his foot to be removed from the boot.   We cut away over half of the back of the boot making it a slip in boot.

Because of the chimp’s strength and dexterity he could still use the remaining stiff boot back as leverage to perform a heel edge.  We had invented the first slip in snowboard boot!  We figure it would be a great hit if more chimpanzees took up snowboarding.  Hey that reminds me I have a couple of friends that it may work for!
 

  For those interested in Louie’s boarding specifications, we trained Louie on a 100 cm board.  During the making of the movies he graduated to a 150 cm board.   Louie, from his skate boarding background, is regular foot and we placed his bindings in a duck feet position with a  + 15 degree in the front and a –10 degrees in the back.

  Louie was now ready to further his snowboard lessons both on the Endless Slope and later on the snow where he moved onto movie stardom as a snowboarding chimp.   For more stories and pictures about Louie the Xtreme Snowboarding Chimp see www.endlesslope.com

 

By: SZES

8/31/2006 | 260 views
dumb snow kids
one day i was at my local mountain with my freinds and that day we decided we would just stay in the park and hike. so we had ben there most of the day and then this massivegroup of 10-11 year olds and there was this big bump at theentrance to the terrain park and this group of probubly 20 kids start ripping off this bump and hitting ppl . after about an hour they kept doing the same thing .  and they werent even usuing the park they just aired off thesides of the rails . in genral i dont care if ppl do that i just hope there trying to learn but these kids were ripping in out uf control . they were hitting ppl and poles. so i finnnaly ask them if they could just slow down when entering and they start being all ur not the boss ofme and disrespecting me . they start yelling at me off the lift telling me they hope i brake my neck. so they come in again andare like i bet u suck a bet u u cant do anything. let i remind u these are those kids who can  barely go off the sides of rails . so i go up and shred this rail . that put them in there place. 
By: dinosaurswilldie123

8/30/2006 | 182 views
Old lady thinks were bitche...
  A few years back My friend John and I were down town on the 16th street mall just skating around and hanging out. Then we decided to stop and get some food from one of those little hot dog venders, then sit down on the sidewalk and watch the world go by as we ate. We're sitting there on our skateboards, almost in the street, as far over and out of the way as we could possibly be, not to mention, the sidewalks on that strip are HUDGE! So were sitting and enjoying our dogs when we see this old lady with a walker across the street waiting to cross. John and I are discussing what a nice lady she looks like, and how beautiful she must have been in her youth....blah blah blah....then she crosses the street and starts walking right towards us and says, "f*cking Kids! Can't even move out of the way, wait untill you get old....BITCHES!" We just sat there for a moment, shoked at what had just happened, then we busted up laughing, she called us Bitches! What a crazy ass old Lady!  Ahhhhhhhh....good times :)
By: SnowPirate420

8/8/2006 | 234 views
which way is up !
 
 
One day when I was snowboarding at Lake Loise Snow Resort , I was going fast when I thought I seen a jump. So when Im going to hit it , I lean forward accidentaily lean forwards and do a frontflip and my head just nicked the pow. while upside - down all I see is white . Scared the crap out of me but I did it. 
By: form

7/26/2006 | 166 views
Humorous
they should bring back the Humor section to the snowboard.com because that was the only thing good on snowboard.com yea?
By: Ciwwaf

7/25/2006 | 165 views
a life for snow
ok so i know that everyone on here is all about the snow and their brds. but this guy was all about the snow and his skiis. he was 88 yrs old and man he could still fly on those suckers. he was my grandpa my inspiration and my mentor. he was not a greedy man he didnt ask for much for himself only his wishes for his family to be all that they could be. he was there when i hopped on my brd for the first time and i havent been able to get off sense. he told me that falling was jus teaching u how to get back up it was never a bad thing but a lesson. he told me this when i was first learning how to carve but i know that he was talking about more then jus wat was happening on the snow he was talking about life. life hmmmmmmm thats a funny concept. were taught to fear death but honestly i fear life. i fear not being able to go big not being able to succeed in becoming the best i can be. whether im good in someone elses eyes doesnt matter but jus the fear of letting my self down of letting my grandpa down of living but not truely. my grandpa lived on the slopes and not so ironically thats were he died. he was 88 years old. some man cut him off and steered him staight into a riblet he hit head on and didnt ever get a chance to get back up. the same guy that cut him off was the same guy who wrote the poem on his memorial stone at the top of the chair lift. heres wat it reads... ive stood atop a mountain peek in the wind and blinding snow full of chilled antisipation the challenge lies below i push my skiis through knee deep powder felt the peace in time and space the gentle turns came without thinking as the cold caressed my face i came to know a deeper meaning of what skiing means in life a quiet understanding a solution to the strife now i have heard a higher calling and my runs on earth must cease rest assured i leave u sadly but i leave u all in peace so dont cry for me my beloved ones its to a better place i go endless slopes of sunlit powder GODS A SKIER DONT U KNOW SEE U AT THE TOP.... i miss him dearly but i know hes watching i jus wish he could have seen his great grandson my nephew who me and his mother my sisster taught him how to snowboard at 18 months old that kid is already leaf dropping like a mother and is slowly but surely mastering the art of carving which is freiken amazing for his age. im soooooooooo proud of him and im sure my grandpa is too i jus wish he could have been there for his first fall jus like he was there for mine.
By: im4thecold

7/6/2006 | 171 views

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