bə-lō'nē mō'gəls(n.pl.) 1. A group of drinkers with a shredding problem. 2. The combination of snow, booze, and metal.


Snowboard Travel (Proskibum Moves)

AtheFilter has alerted us to a truly proskibum way of transporting your gear:

Several things to point out:
- Boots are strapped into snowboards
- It is clearly raining out
- The Jeep is from NJ


Boloney Blasts UT: The Feature (Teaser Trailer)

An early cut and preview of what will be an earth-shattering feature.


The Nightlife of SLC (Mormons: Party Enemy Number 1)

Things you cannot do in SLC and Greater Utah:
Drink real beer
Buy real beer

Things you can do:
Be Mormon (Really just an extension of the first bullet)

We should have known better when the Xpress Shuttle driver at 2:00 A.M. responds to my question “are there any bars still open” with maniacal laughter.

Yeah. So SLC is not exactly a party town. First of all it is close to impossible to get real beer. And if you can find real beer by going to one of the few state-run liquor stores it costs a fortune. And I’m not being cheap here. I mean 12$ for a 6 pack. Yea, that sounds reasonable.

What can you get? You can get near beer. Mmmmm. About 3.2 percent alchy, this stuff is piss water. Beer flavored water. Dirty water. It doesn’t make you drunk. It makes you need to pee, constantly. It makes you sluggish and tired. Not exactly party sauce.

To the bars: There aren’t any, by law. There are only “private clubs.” These require a “membership fee” that must be paid on a weekly or monthly basis so that you can then pay them for food and sauce. Awesome, I like that. And remember these “clubs” we paid to become a member to still serve shit beer and won’t pour a drink with more than one shot in it.

So that’s the bad. And it’s a long list. Onto the good:

The Mexican food. Every stripmall seems to have 5 Mexican joints to grab food. TK ran in to one on a smoke break and wouldn’t shutup about the awesomeness he had consumed. Fired up and hungry, more of the gang went the next night and were blown away by the eats. More blown away were my taste buds from eating one of the hottest hot sauces I have ever tried in my entire life.

DIS. The Days Inn South of Midvale. Probably more amazing than a power stash find in the backcountry. Super cheap. Way nicer than we deserve. Right on the bus route to the mountains. And equipped with the ethereal Bobby Sharp: their ghost general manager who haunts the place and only responds to email. Also the continental breakfast was probably one of the biggest surprises of the trip

The Uta Bus. Basically for free, right next to the DIS we could hop onto a bus at 7:15 A.M. and in one hour be at Snowbird, Briton, or Solitude (and Alta for those skier snobs). Generally we could always strike up convos with the drivers or the other people going to the mountains to ride or work. Lot of weird people out in these parts and a hell of a lot of people with some whacked out stories.

We met a guy working at Brighton on the bus who had married a half Paki half Mormon woman two months after he met her. He was odd, but a funny guy.

Our bus the first night coming home on Friday was the man. First of all, we had the bus to ourselves so we could carry on and rockout however we saw fit. Bullshitting with the guy for awhile, we started to close in on the final stop. Instead of just taking us to the bustop, the guy goes “fuck it, where are you guys staying I’ll just drop you there.” Yea, he was well tipped.

In conclusion, do not go to SLC to party. Go there to shred, and bring all your own booze. There are good times to be had there, but sure as hell not at their Moron Private Clubs.


Snowbird Day 2 (Boloney Blasts UT)

Another day in Uta, another day in paradise. The early morning SLC smog greets us and the continental at the DIS is well made. Waffle shots, hot coco dew slammers, and cream cheese smoothies go down easy. Off to the mountain on the UTA express and life is good.

So easily does the early wake up and the bus ride routine become, it is as if we were made for it. Getting to the BIRD early we have time for some coffee and some arts and crafts time. Good thing the deli had foil and duct tape. As an extension of the idea I conceived at BRIDK 09 and encouraged by the blinding sun on Mineral Basin I thought it would be an amazing idea to wrap my whole body in aluminum foil and shred the whole day that way. And a good idea it was. I’ll let pictures/vids do the talking. Too bad we don’t have more reactions from the people on the hill, but long story short, they enjoyed it, that is, when they were not completely blinded by the reflection off my armor.

So what did we do the rest of the day you ask? I’m glad to tell you. Shredded, and shredded hard. Because they haven’t had snow at the BIRD for /gasp/ a week, there was a bit of hard pack in the early morning bowls. It was fun frankly. Being back in the sort of conditions we all learned on, but on a hill 3x bigger than anything we normally ride was exciting. Better was watching these out-West light-weights complain that the conditions sucked and were too icy – even better was watching them loose their edges and tumble. Couple that with the fact that no matter how fast you go on their “hard pack,” when you edge, you hold it.

On the advice of one Dong Stoole, I decided to ass slide down a large part of Regulator Johnson. Super idea, until of course, Freddy Mercury slide up behind me and hosed me ridiculously hard with his power slide, followed of course by TK and finally Filter. It was great. Really. Having my jacket half open and getting coated with 20 pounds of the Uta white and fluffy was really just awesome for the rest of the day.

Of course, Boloney takes the road lest traveled. We found ourselves in the Black Forest again and again, taking creative lines and putting ourselves into all sorts of trouble. Some gnarly full exposure was found. Some divots were put into the bases of boards. But it’s all good for the pow pow we could find and the steepstion we tracked down. Even on a busy Sunday, we found ourselves alone, and in the thick of the woods and periphery of the BIRD, able to find deep stashes and secret spots.

With throbbing legs and aching livers we eventually all called it a day and rallied at the Tram Club for some food and sauce. It became just a near beer fest and we headed out of the BIRD as the sun set on Uta.

For TK and Power Seen, that was the end of Uta, for a The Filter and Dong, it was just the close to the day. Flights will be had on the next day, shuttles to and fro airports. But Snowbird and Brighton are going to stay right where we left them. And Boloney Moguls will be back.

Access photography here. Videos will be up sometime.