Archive for the Shred Pirates Category

Vermont’s Newest Honorary Death Rider – BUCK FERTON

Posted in Bros not Pros, Shred Pirates on February 1, 2010 by vtdeathrider

This Tahoe legend can party with us anytime… toot toot

Black-out dates on passes is stupid.

Posted in Shred, Shred Pirates, Snowboard, Vermont on December 30, 2008 by vtdeathrider

That’s it, that’s all.

Captain’s Quest

Posted in East Coast, Shred, Shred Pirates, Snowboard, Vermont on December 3, 2008 by vtdeathrider

Poach VT

According to recent polls, Interest in VTDR is WAY down. So in an effort to grab the attention of the maybe 10 shred heads that make up our readership the editorial staff at VTDR decided to throw a contest. Is the Poach This Photo, Dude contest. In other words, the first person to snap a shot of himself/ herself next to this sign and post it, uh, somewhere I guess, will win a $5.00 gift certificate to Charlio’s or OP. It’s kind of a big deal, like this web site, so get to it. The only clue is that the sign is off the Quad on Mt. Mansfield.

Remember World Quarters?

Posted in Bros not Pros, East Coast, Shred, Shred Pirates, Snowboard, Vermont on July 24, 2008 by vtdeathrider

March 23, 2008

There was snowboarding.

…and drinking.

There was cold, hard cash for the winner, literally.

Those are probably ’09 Sorrels… Paul’s got industry hook-ups.

George provided lift access.

Overall, an epic hang…

…with tons of shred action…

…thanks to these guys.

38.8% retarded.

Posted in Shred, Shred Pirates on May 17, 2008 by vtdeathrider

Global Smorming

Long-Time-Ago Hang.

Posted in Bros not Pros, East Coast, Shred Pirates, Vermont on May 12, 2008 by vtdeathrider

This was over a month ago… I’m busy, alright. Words and pictures by Tron.

Done in a way that only the guys at Rome SDS can do, they showed love to those who showed love this season. Dealers and friends were invited to Sugar Bush Resort for a few days of riding and partying. The crew was out in full force with everyone out terrorizing the hill, cruising in large packs and spraying anyone who got in their way. The first day it started snowing and dropped 5 inches of VT pow on the mountain. The upper mountain was shut down, but that didn’t stop anyone. Sully lead the charge, showing us some of his favorite runs both on the trails and in the trees. The mini parked was charged hard including the sideways rail and the barrel jib that put you squarely into the woods. The day ended with burgers and dogs grilled in the condo parking lot.
The second day the snow was inconsistent to say the least. Ranging from blue ice to hot pow. Everyone was killing it despite the conditions. Lunch was brought to the parking lot and we enjoyed the best subs in the state of Vermont before heading out due to some rainy weather and sheer lack of sleep. Snurfer races had to be postponed until next year. Plenty of time to tighten up your game.
The nights were full of beer drinking and hell raising. Parties in all the condos and pizza at a bar that is being investigated by the FBI; truely authorized dealers. The locals were run off the pool tables both nights. Notably by JV, who sunk on the 8-ball on the break. The last night the camera finally came out and captured what turned into a very interesting game of “Drinking Jenga.” The game was found in a closet in one of the condos and included booze inspired directions written on each block.

Needless to say it was a great couple of days. Thanks to everyone for coming out and to Rome for making it happen. See you next year!

Ladies and gentlemen; let the games begin! A-Star stacks ’em up.

Game on! Joel and Dumont eyeing their moves, would it be “chug a beer,” “Call [MH],” or “Race another player to another condo and back, then chug a beer. Loser takes off their pants.”

Paddock “Chug a beer.”

Dumont is one photogenic dude!

George took his shot like a champ, despite some protest.

Have you ever seen a man look so happy to be hitting another man in the face with a pizza crust?

Taking my turn, I think on this one I drew either “Firewood!!! Go get some!!” or “Compliment circle.” I can’t rememeber.

Joel making “the noise,” someone pulled the “Call [MH]” piece.

Just George being George.

“Whose driving my truck!? I’m driving my truck, BITCH!!!”

Industry ho Adam Munroe. (NBD#6)

Posted in Bros not Pros, East Coast, Shred, Shred Pirates, Snowboard, Vermont on March 21, 2008 by vtdeathrider

Questions by BenfeE, Photos by a lot of people.

Colonel Munroe made his way across the plains many hundred years ago during the time of muskets and “Natives” (What the hell is a “Native.” We’re all Russians). Colonel Munroe laid waste to many in his path until he faced the French from the Northeast. Whence upon he took into his room a fair maiden before his final day of judgment. This maiden would go onto bear quadruplets with the hair of Munroe. This hair would stay in the Northeast, and eventually find its way into a factory and under a beanie. The latest of the Munroe descendants resides in a state supported by New Hampshire. This Munroe is Adam. Not A Dam, but goddamn, Adam. May mercy be had on the native booters.

Adam, what’s it like being the descendant of a red-coat?
I have Scottish, Welch, and Danish blood in me… no Beetle blood.

Are you a communist, or imperialist?
Agatha’s uncle in Warsaw is a commie. He lives it up.
I’d get a second name so I could get double paid commie-style.


Should jumps be built or found?
You should definitely find jumps that are built. It’s way easier.
Or you could ollie like a snakeboarder with foot straps.

What’s so great about 2008?
-Global Oven effect hasn’t hit too bad yet.
-Size 32 jeans still sag on my aging skeleton.
-Advancement in male growth ointments.
-Riding 2009… I mean 2010 sports equipment. Yep.


Would you rather take hair, or break some air?
I eat hair big time. Grow big hair or go home is the saying.

If you had to pick one Austro-Hungarian composer to be the backdrop to your life, who would it be?
Tie between Franz Liszt and Frankfurter Lipshitz.


Sean Paul, Shaggy, or Scrambled Eggs with Bacon…Kevin that is…?
I’d eat raw eggs on Kevbo’s abs circa ‘Footloose’. He saved that town from so much pain. Jean Paul is king of the Caribbean.

What is your week like?
Wake up, think about showering, drive to Spurbury, work, eat a Banquet frozen entree, try to steal time to hit GrnMtnCoffee sledding hill, work, drive to Eesa, piggyback Agatha to the car, drive home together, mutual footrubs, chat about Canadian politics, eat Mexican, bathroom Mexican, watch, read the SPEED channel, spoon, read a mag, sleep, wake up, be nocturnal, spy on the neighbors in Agatha’s robe with some lip gloss on. Lil’ Mama spits mad yo. (X 5)

Snowboard, eat a lot, drive around a lot, snowboard, hang with Lucas and Jonny. (X 2)

Which of your coworkers has gotten laid fewer times than anybody you know?
Prob the one that’s been married the longest. Sully is prob stoked for his birthday and anniversary more than say… JP. I think JP has a harem at the factory. Foot rubs are code for FJs oversea and undersea.


How bad is the Canadian snowboard team going to suck in 2010?
Jesse Fulton, Kevin Young, James ‘Jimbo’ Foster, and Sean Genovese will take gold through brown in the Super GS. Ross Rebligati will be DQ-ed for taking too many Advil.

How sweet is the red white and blue? No, not France….
My truck is Japanese, my board is Austrian, and my fries are French, but my home is MERICA.

Okay, that should be that for now.
Thank you Bendini.