Last winter, when my son's scout troop decided that they wanted to try skiing, I got my K2 610-FO's out of the basement and stopped by the local ski/bike shop to have them tuned up. They gave me the same reaction you get when you take an old bike in. "Those are dangerous, you could die, you should buy new skis, etc." So I did what any other C&Ver would and found a binding chart online and did it myself. I had a can of Swix wax that surprisingly still had pressure, and I got a pair of boots from a coworker (my old boots had already desintegrated). Since none of the boys had skied before, I went with them to get them started until it was time for their lesson, which gave me time to awaken all the old muscles. After learning to stay upright on the bunny hill, few of them decided that they were ready to go on the big stuff. As a chaparone, I figured I better tag along to make sure they stayed out of trouble. They hadn't yet mastered the finer points of turning and stopping, so they had a lot of falls. At the end of the day, we all had a blast and the boys had a new respect for the what an old man could do. One of the other dads told me his son had said that I was a "super awsome skier". And I didn't hurt myself on those dangerous old skis.