I found it! The one situation in which buying ski boots online is acceptable.
In June, I bought a new, stiffer pair of Salomon X Max boots I had been dreaming about for at least a year. I skied in them in December and the first part of January and couldn’t believe what a difference they made.
On Monday of MLK weekend, on our last run before heading down to the base, I had a freak wipeout that ended with a trip to the ER and a CT scan. All was fine (well, other than a mild concussion), but the whole ordeal took six hours, as these things do, and we had a four hour drive home. A few minutes after we left the hospital parking lot, my husband noticed that the trunk was open. We pulled over and he shut the trunk using the button up front by the steering wheel, quite pleased that after the long day he didn’t need to get out of the car again.
Four ours later we arrived at home and unloaded our car. And ten minutes after unloading he called out, “Where’s your boot bag?” The bootbag holding my new boots, along with my goggles, boot gloves, spare base layers, neck gaiter, toe warmers and hair brush. The answer, of course, was “lying on the road just outside a hospital parking lot 200 miles upstate.”
The upside is that last year’s gear — include my exact boots in my exact size — were available online for about 50% off...
In June, I bought a new, stiffer pair of Salomon X Max boots I had been dreaming about for at least a year. I skied in them in December and the first part of January and couldn’t believe what a difference they made.
On Monday of MLK weekend, on our last run before heading down to the base, I had a freak wipeout that ended with a trip to the ER and a CT scan. All was fine (well, other than a mild concussion), but the whole ordeal took six hours, as these things do, and we had a four hour drive home. A few minutes after we left the hospital parking lot, my husband noticed that the trunk was open. We pulled over and he shut the trunk using the button up front by the steering wheel, quite pleased that after the long day he didn’t need to get out of the car again.
Four ours later we arrived at home and unloaded our car. And ten minutes after unloading he called out, “Where’s your boot bag?” The bootbag holding my new boots, along with my goggles, boot gloves, spare base layers, neck gaiter, toe warmers and hair brush. The answer, of course, was “lying on the road just outside a hospital parking lot 200 miles upstate.”
The upside is that last year’s gear — include my exact boots in my exact size — were available online for about 50% off...
