1. Ghetto-ass summer setups with a guy on Lines and button-up plaid shirt wearing goggles in the 80 degree heat on a rail smaller than I am hung. Not impressive.
2. Pictures of rails in your city without skiers on them. Wow. Your city believes in crafting walk-aides for stairways out of metal alloys. So does every fucking city. If you can't slide it, no one cares.
3. Pictures of you in your "fly" new gear that will end up at the local ski swap next year anyways. It's bad enough having to deal with you fashion-show dipshits while skiing. No one cares how well your beanie matches your ski socks or how well the beige in your coat really ties the outfit together. Die.