Posting on behalf of a friend, but from my own examination of these skis, they seem like perfect boards for the conditions seen on western mountains. Read on....
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I found SkiLogik from a trusted source, Peter Keelty.
As for me: I'm 51. First started skiing when I was kid. My Dad brought me to Vail once a year, starting in 1969. We were poor, Dad had to fight with Mom to take me skiing. I had rental skis, jeans, and a bad attitude. Because of anger, resentment, and the 70s, I dropped out of skiing until 1998, when I met the Dumont Skunk. Since then, and with his help, I rediscovered my inner ski bum. In '03 we packed up our bags, sold the tree house, moved me and my familia to the mountains, to a little town once called Hole in the Sky. Since then I ski 4 days a week, all at either Vail or Aspen. I ski with young guys. I'm ultra competitive and I don't like it when anyone, beats me to the lift. I ski on the expensive part of the ski, not the cheap part. Bumps and the back are where it's at for me. But if it's covered and inbounds, I wanna make good turns on it.
I hadn't bought into the fat ski thang up until the great night when I found SkiLogik. Not because I didn't believe in the concept, I do. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to understand that more platform = more stability. My East of Vail, young ski buddies are all on big fat skis like the Hell Bents. It's work to keep up with them on powder days -- but I'd never tell them that. And the skinny skis had become part of my shtick -- "Yeah, but look at me. I'm way older than you, you're not waiting for me -- who needs 'em? All they do is take up space!" The real story was that I just hadn't seen a fat ski that appealed to me. The big fat skis were just that - just big, fat skis. Blah. Boring.
Then I found SkiLogik.
When I first looked at the skis what stuck out to me was not how pretty they are, and they're gorgeous. It was the turn radius. They had a ski (The Rave) that was 92 under foot with a freaking 15m turn radius. Hmm. Tell me more. So I started clicking around.
Then I dropped some cat named Mazz, he's the owner, an email. The dude replied to my email in the middle of the night -- my kinda guy. Then I sent him more email and he replied back in the middle of the night. Holy, Moly, Batman. I was really liking, this cat Mazz. His emails were thorough, he actually answered my questions. And, I could tell he was a skier. Then I called Peter and he vouched for them. So I bought some. Bought a pair of the Raves in a 175. I figured the worst that'd happen is that I'll sell them to my East of Vail, young friends. Bought a pair of Marker Jesters for 'em.
The skis came to my door a week later. Pretty skis. Lotsa camber. They came well packed in a box with stickers, a note from Mazz, and an owners manual. I felt like someone had sent me flowers. Took 'em down to my local ski shop to get mounted. The kid in the back was like, "Cool skis, dude." I felt younger.
My first day out on them was 16" of new, and I was first in line. I got off of Chair 8 and did my standard Javelin turn warm up down to Chair 2. They felt great. I started to smile. Then from the top of 2, I dropped into Ouzo Glade, where it was all me. The first few turns had never felt so good. Half way down Ouzo I turned up the gas. Better. Did my old guy air off of the ledge into the next section of Ouzo. "Foomp." Oh man, I was feeling great. Got to the bottom of Chair 7, smiling. Up 7 to Ricky's Ridge, one of my favorite lines at the Big Show. Feeling like a hooker with new shoes, I blow past a couple of guys on the track out to Ricky's with fat skis and stickers on their helmets. As I went by I hollered, "On your left." I could see the, "Who the $$%^ is that guy and how dare he pass us on the track?" look on their faces. Knowing I had stirred them up, I rubbed it in some more and gave them back a look of, "Come get some." I could hear 'em behind me.
I dropped into Ricky's and stomped on it. The Rave's have twin tips, so I'm throwing up a big tail of snow. Faster. Oh man. I'm feeling it, but not working hard. Hoo Rah! I get down to the Aspen's and look back. The young guys chasing me were still half way up the Ridge. Now, my smile is getting big. I take it easy the rest of the way. Saw the young guys in line at Chair 5. Now the look on their faces was, "Huh"? One of them was looking down. They were checking out my skis.
The rest of the day just got better, with each turn. I was having more fun than ever on a milk day and I wasn't working hard. My energy level was off the charts -- skating out to my lines, skiing faster than ever down them but feeling like I'm not even pushing it, skating back to the chair. I'm feeling great about my skis. If nothing else, I had definitely found a new powder ski. These skis are mine now, they're not going anywhere.
Then it was powder chop time. The Rave's made it feel like the chop wasn't even there. Now I was starting to feel how quick the skis are -- they're quick. In the afternoon I go to my favorite bump lines at the Big Show; Gangee Face, Prima/Pronto/Log Chute, and Highline. Oh man. I was truly overwhelmed, how great the skis felt. I just kept looking at them, shaking my head with wonder. I'm skiing solo all day, my chair riders were like, "pretty skis," or "cool skis - who makes 'em?"
By the end of the first day I decided to get rid of two skis in my quiver; my SuperShapes and my Monster 88s. I was down to just two pair of skis now -- my Raves and my Monster 78s.
I could barely sleep that night. Jonezing for more soft snow and worried that first day on my Raves was either a flash back, a dream, or wishful thinking, I got up and went out the next day. Same routine. The next day it was all chop, I just was so amazed how easy things were. I was blasting through the chop like it wasn't there. Man. Wherever I went, the skis just took me there. It was like they were telling me, "Master, your wish is my command." I could do no wrong. All my moves felt even better on the Raves. All my lines felt better -- by far. Then I started to lay 'em over. I was getting some deep tracks, but then again it was soft snow. But still. I know my skis and I was able to get better tracks on my Raves then I could on my Heads.
That week it came in another 11". I skied the next 3 days. Each turn, I just kept pumping up the volume.
By the end of I think the 3rd day on my Raves, my Monster 78s were for sale. I was down to one pair of skis now and couldn't be happier about it.
Last week at the Big Show it was warm on Friday and Saturday, almost springlike conditions. The snow got thick in places. My Raves were just fabulous in the thick snow. I could just rip down through it, not get bounced around at all. These skis were some kind of gift from above.
But for me, the nirvana day was Saturday morning: after a warm Friday, the back was frozen stiff in the morning. When that happens at Vail, everyone stays on the front side waiting for the back to warm up. Not me. I go right to the Back. For me, I look for lousy snow. The weirder the snow, the better. I believe, funky snow builds character. So I head to the back first thing Saturday morning and I got the whole place to myself. The skis were getting through the frozen coral like they had shocks built in. I won't say they made it easy -- no ski makes coral snow easy. They were holding the edge and I wasn't getting bounced around. I was cruising down through the coral and having fun. Laps on coral!
After that morning in the coral, I decided to order another pair of SkiLogiks. But this time, with my own graphics (SkiLogik let's you put your own design on their skis). God bless my Heads, but it was time to turn the page.
I've skied on them every day since. They're quick, they go fast, they're stable, they ski anything great. I don't go home tired. The other day after a full day I walked just as fast back to the car at the end of the day, as I did to the lift first thing in the morning. I've also noticed my legs don't ache like they used to. I've been skiing on metal skis for so long, I wonder if all the vibration was making my legs ache at times. But after two weeks on my Raves, my legs don't ache. Maybe it's the wood core? The skis have have a layer of carbon and rubber in them, maybe that has something to do with sucking up the vibration? I also haven't fell in since I've been on them. I've slipped twice, but not a fall. The skis seem like they have Quattro traction.
If you're like me, SkiLogik will rock your world. If so, then please support this great little ski company and go buy some SkiLogiks. I believe it's companies like SkiLogik that are the future of skiing.
BTW, I ski in jeans now. The 70s? One day at a time, man.
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Adding my own note here: they are beautiful skis, with top-notch construction. The wood sidewalls are especially appealing, a marked change from the composite sidewalls that are common on most non-cap skis. While I don't think they'd necessarily be the bee's knees for an eastern skier's one-ski-quiver, they certainly look like a great new offering for a western skier who wants a Swiss Army Knife that's different from standard fare.