Now I’m ready, and I am very excited to start skiing these babies. I’m still nursing a knee injury from late December so I’m keeping my days pretty short at this point. I am also keeping my speed down and skiing pretty conservatively. The first afternoon on the Super 7 was a beautiful sunny and cold day. The snow was absolutely perfect with soft powder moguls covering Alta’s slopes. After a couple hours of skiing I was nothing but smiles. These skis were so incredibly easy to ride it was unbelievable. Slithering down through the trees of Eagle’s Nest was effortless. Banging off tight turns between trees was as easy as smearing my way down West Rustler’s widely spaced moguls. Although I never hit any jumps this day, I did immediately notice the pop the skis had while playfully jumping bumps on the High T and hitting a few moguls I decided to pop instead of absorb elsewhere on the mountain.
The only quirk I can remember from this first day was that the ski felt like it had no backseat. I know you’re not supposed to be back there but every once and awhile a bump catches you off guard and there you are, pressuring your calves. With a lot of skis you can just snap the tails a little bit and they throw you forward where you should be. Another scenario is that sometimes you may use the tail energy and tail sidecut to snap the ski into the next turn. Neither of these things happened with the Super 7. I felt that if I got tossed into the backseat I needed to pull my feet back under my body without aid from the skis, and when turning, I could only pressure from tip to underfoot; any further back and there just wasn’t a strong finish to the turn. This wasn’t a big deal really, and, for the most part, I was totally stoked on the sensations I was feeling. When the lifts finally stopped spinning I went home and immediately started bragging about how awesome the skis were to anyone who would listen.
Now I must remind everyone reading this review of the most important part of this paragraph: I was taking it very easy that day. I wouldn’t say I was ever skiing at a high rate of speed, or even close to fast actually; mostly just smooth, mellow skiing, and I never hit any airs. I definitely wasn’t my typical self on skis that day, but I was just damn happy to be outside skiing on such a beautiful day.
From that day forward, my love of the Super 7 went only one direction: downhill. I skied a couple more days on some excellent packed powder conditions at Alta before the next huge storm rolled in. It was then that I started to notice the extremely low speed limit of the skis. Basically, the only place the skis felt stable enough to really let fly was on groomers. To my disappointment, the tip taper of these skis acted exactly the same as the skis I had been on before: in any amount of crud or crust, if I rolled the ski up high on edge they would start darting out from under my body. (And this even happened on soft groomers when I’d throw the skis out to a super high edge.)
On a more positive note, at slower speeds, the skis were fairly playful. On groomers, I could carve slalom and GS style turns very easily at low to medium speeds. Off piste, the skis felt their best smearing from mogul to mogul and using the face of the bump to jump up into the air, change direction, and smear over to the next mogul. All of this again was at slower to medium speeds.
With my love of the ski dwindling, a huge storm rolling in gave me one last glimmer of hope: maybe the Super 7 would rule the pow? But three days and some 40 to 50 inches later, all hopes were lost.
To be fair, I must say that in up to a foot of fresh snow, the skis were great. Once it went bottomless, however, they quickly began to show their weaknesses. The sweet spot of the ski felt like it was about an inch long, and it wasn’t even in normal balanced powder skiing position. I had to sit a little in the backseat to get them to work at all. Any weight ahead of this spot and the tips would dive; any weight behind, and the pintail would sink out of sight, which was like throwing on the emergency brake.