
The burnout felt after Damage Boardshop’s “Revisited” this year is reason alone to believe that the event could quite possibly be “The Greatest Shred-down On Earth”. The proof continues to spill into the shop from Duluth’s fowl streets an entire week after the event – glassy bloodshotten eyes, sunburns, skin rashes, mangled digits, lingering limps, waspy voices – all the result of a good time with little caution or care for consequence. If you were there you already know and if you weren’t better luck next year.
The week prior to the event revolves around rousting up volunteers of sound mind and strong, healthy backs. Actually, “volunteer” is the wrong word as the Damage snowboard team finds themselves drafted into a week’s worth of hard labor laced with tedious details and horrible diets, consisting mostly of Monster Energy Drink and chicken nuggets. This lethal combination lends to crappy moods and feelings of low self-worth run. Special thanks go out to C-Dubs, Viktor Bernard, The Brothers Wilson, Buhritto, Bjorno Mag, Osterman, T-Pic, Subs, Slime, Katie, Nicole, Security Will, Osterwoman and Molson (Damage Co-Owner, Event Organizer and Whip Cracker) – these are the folks that pay so you can play.
Yes, the event costs $25. One would think this is a pretty small price to pay in considering there isn’t anywhere else in the Midwest to snowboard in fucking May. But still, you can’t just throw 200+
snowboarders onto one giant patch of snow and expect not to hear a little pissing and moaning or to catch a couple of lurking Larry’s trying to sneak in. Apparently some folks have a hard time comprehending
that there are certain indemnities that must be covered to host such an event. Hill fees, insurance liability, cost of snow making, a couple of sandwiches and maintenance supplies are just a portion of the
monetary grievances a shop faces when trying to get an event like this going. Please consider this next year before fan dangling your way past the registration booth and spend the entire day looking
over your shoulder playing the role of Sketchy Ungrateful Asshole.
Yeah, we know – Damage Sucks.
Nothing beats a long-ass day of riding like a big-ass can of beer. Lots of them. Revisited also nicely coincides with the yearly anniversary of the shop so it makes for a reasonable excuse to go out and lose
ones mind. Pizza Luce’ allowed us to host an all ages after-party in which to allow the young and old to congregate and act like a bunch of deranged monsters. The body grooving, head-banging soundtrack for
the night was provided by Hot Ribs, Action Steps and Class of ’86 – not only kick dick musicians but some of our oldest and dearest friends. And of course our sincerest thanks goes out to all of our customers,
supporters and companies who have gotten us through these first four years. WE SALUTE YOU!
- Jack Boyd