Of all the items on this site, perhaps no other captures what it means to fully embrace the pursuit of turns by simple human endeavor.
Firstly, it confuses the hell out of resort skiers. The picture makes them think you've carrying a rocket launcher on your back. Also, the only 'booting' on a Friday that they're familiar with is when Davo the snowboarder gets drunk, tries to grope a guy's girlfriend, and summarily has the stuffing kicked out of him outside the bar.
Secondly, the long sleeves help you deal with relatives and co-workers. They see you living from paycheck to paycheck, hear words like skins and bindings, and see those beach muscles and love handles disappearing as you log thousands of meters of vert. To them, you look like a junky - enter those comfortable long sleeves, which conceal your forearms and the true nature of your addiction (let's face it, being addicted to crack is probably cheaper than buying the latest and greatest carbon race boots).
Lastly, it is simply a comfy shirt for chilling...or hiking 12km and 1200 vertical meters just to see snow (see attached pic). Because even if you live in one of the worst countries in the world for ski touring, you still embody that desperate need to ski whenever the hell you can, and Skimo.com has been both a source of great advice, and the primary enabler of your simultaneous financial poverty and psychological ecstasy.
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