There are few places more true to the ski-bum culture than the back room of a local ski shop. With scant exceptions, anything goes. And also with scant exceptions, it tends to stay in that room if it happened there. I’ve moonlighted at a local ski shop for the past seven years and long believed that a reality television series focused on our tune room would do well. In this shot, I am examining the tip of my hardpack ski that I rebuilt last week after my edge pulled out. The girl in the photo on the wall is not, actually, a poster girl. A colleague came across a Craigslist ad posted by a guy trying to sell his bike, and he included a shot of his scantily clad girlfriend straddling said bike to help him sell it. We admired his ingenuity.