Report On The Soul Riders / Look Bindings:
First of all, I received compliments on almost every single lift ride where I rode with people I didn't know...and even a few when I rode with my kids. The skeleton playing guitar was a big hit with them.
As to the performance, these things were so much better than my old skis. I felt completely in control the entire time at my top speeds. I entered the weekend Giant Slalom race at Wolf Creek, CO on the Charisma run and finished 1st in my age bracket (31 to 35 males). There were only 5 faster times for the day out of all age brackets - all old farts (50 to 70 year olds). In the past, I would hate to hit the ruts around each flag left from all the previous racers as it would cause me to slip and spray a lot - my old skis just could not hold the line. The Soul Riders had no trouble whatsoever. I almost felt like they were 'sling shotting' me out of each turn and as I realized what was going on my turns got tighter and tighter...which led to:
On my second run, I had so much confidence in the skis, I decided I was going to knock over the flags as I passed each one - like the good skiers do. I was going to show everyone watching that I was a pro and knew what I was doing. Plus a tighter line means a better time and so I had to show off for my kids. During that 2nd run, I kept wimping out and missing the flags but as I got to the last flag, I said to myself - "quit being a puss and hit the flag!" Yeah - bad idea. I hit that flag and it hurt so bad...I started laughing and told myself to go back to being a puss. Apparently those arm and leg shields they use are there for a reason.
I got a 31 for my time and I think all the old guys were in the 28s.
I did not really get to the left of the mountain (and test the powder) this time as my 5 and 6 year old boys finally got up to the top of the mountain and I skied with them over and over - which was the joy of my trip because they skied 'Bunny Hop' and laughed very hard the entire way down as they 'hopped'.
Note: Skied one day at Purgatory. Was flying (in my own eyes) down one of the backside blues and I got passed like I was standing still. The guy hit one of those hills and flew in the air over 30 yards. By the time I got to the next hill, he was 200 yards ahead of me. I decided that was not acceptable and so I quit speed checking over the blind hills that I was unfamiliar with and got moving. That's when a girl in a red jacket passed me and I yelled, "working on my turns over here - you go right ahead." lol - my gold medal ego got checked hard that day.
haha - had a lot of fun!