Hands up who wants to win a free snowboard comp..
This comp was definitely one of the craziest things i have been involved in for a long time (since world’s largest twister board) . The idea was to give a board, bindings and boots to a person who really, really wanted it,(instead of a sponsored rider who wouldn’t give it the love and respect it deserves). all they needed to do was put their hand on a board above their heads(4 of them) and the last man/woman would win…Contact had been made with the possible 115 competitors.. that was quickly cut to 75 people and then to a dedicated thirty something crazy crew. The competition started with a party feel, smiles, chatter, basic board holding and beer. A group of focused guys… extremely focused ladies and even a mum and dad (who were to stay the entire night ands day…GO MUM AND DAD).,there to support their fifteen year old son .



These people wanted it so bad.. our plans of basic annoyance was just that.. basic annoyance. Even the continuous replay of a Rick Astley shithouse cheesy tune for over two hours didn’t even make a dint. As the night went on, the bond between the competitors grew.. groups on each board had found a common ground.. an arm outstretched above their heads and an interest in snowboarding. Time moved on incredibly quickly, water thrown, legs were tied and still the group was only slightly thinner in numbers.. Random crew from the Melbourne CBD were entertained by the Capital 17 crew, ravers, drunk bastards and plain weird arse people loved the idea and stopped and chatted until the morning came,along with it, pythons. This was only a distraction to these hard arses and passing “off their face ravers” wigged out on the pretty colours and each othe’rs shithouse fashion sense. Twelve hours had now passed and now we were still down to twelve.. these people were never going to give up and now they had all bonded with each other and were having (dare i say it) a good time.

After their five minute break the game became harder, music was now gone, blindfolds were applied and left them with no stimulation and the reminder that their arm had been in the air for over eight hours… this cut down the field down quickly and the remaining eight breathed a sigh of relief when their eyes enjoyed sunlight again. Not even the prospect of losing the blindfold and having to have your hand on the board while being on your knees could cut the group down to less than four…
THIS WAS NOW FOUR O’CLOCK in the afternoon,the next day,TWENTY ONEHOURS..

The group was still fresh, joking and it looked like it was to go for at least another day. One final test would finish the competition… Horse stance. (squatting there as if you were sitting on a chair without the chair being in place).. so hard that the final person would be chosen in the space of five minutes surely.. This was not to be, two fell by the wayside with relative ease which left us with our final two, the fifteen year old with his parents still in tow and the madly focused asian dude who had been the silent weapon all night. For people who have tried this trial, it is extremely hard, five minutes feels an eternity.. these guys passed this, their muscles crying out after a night spent standing, onward to the fifteen minute mark (are you serious?) ,and after another five minutes with both hands aloft, sweat pouring and muscles pounding,the winner was chosen.. The asian guy had taken it,the fairy tale fifteen year old had been piped by 30 seconds at the most.

Just incredible. Just absolutley nuts. We learnt a lot about what to improve, the feel,the timing,the shit we could cause, the fun and what’s involved,we never expected to see the comradery between competitors (phone numbers exchanged and friends made) and a true story unfold before our eyes. This was the first annual comp with many competitors looking forward to next year and meeting them again,i hope they do.TO ALL THE COMPETITORS..YOU GUYS WERE AMAZING..SERIOUSLY FRIGGIN AMAZING….THANKYOU AND SEE YOU NEXT YEAR.! Regards,
Brett the arsehole judge.