Kim-Rune Hansen resorts to desperate measures. Photo: Sami Touriniemi
Packing a snowboard bag for a shred trip is one of life’s joys; a sense of anticipation crackling in the air, building with each pair of snowboard socks haphazardly stuffed into bindings.
However, just as a new mother subconsciously stows away the trauma of childbirth in order to have half a chance of even considering doing it again, you’ve forgotten one of snowboarding’s most basic truths.
“Even just a short spell on a public transport system will leave you wishing that you’d never been born”
And it’s this: the act of getting your gear from your house to the mountains in board-bag form is the Very Worst Thing about snowboarding – here’s why:
If your journey to the mountains involves even just a short spell on a public transport system, then you may find yourself wishing that you’d never been born.
What can already be a right pisser at the best of times soon becomes something much, much worse. The obstacles are legion, and include automatic ticket gates, tutting bus drivers, cramped luggage racks, slow walkers, seat hoggers, and anything designed to get you from one level to another. Especially stairs. Seriously, fuck stairs.