I now have a pair of ski boots that fit me well but I resist wearing them. Here's why.
I came to Valley Bike and Ski Werks with a pair of ski boots I had purchased online. I wanted to get advise if they were too small. The in-house bootfitter measured my feet and decided that the boots I had were, in fact, too big. He had me try on the same kind of boots (Dalbello Panterra) in a proper size from the store inventory and they were tight as they should be, he assured me, but he would make necessary adjustments. He did a great job adjusting the shell around my bunions to custom fit the boots to my feet. The rest was a matter of breaking them on the slopes.
I dolled out 400 bucks on the spot, which I didn't have, and send the online purchase back to evo crossing my fingers that I made the right decision following this guy's lead. (This was the first such extravagance in my life, I had always skied on borrowed equipment).
On the slopes the boots fit amazingly well around my feet - at the very least the in-house bootfitter advised me correctly on the size - but around the calves the boots were making my legs go numb. Since VBSW guarantees the fit I returned a week later, boots in hand, and asked what might be the matter. Sadly, the in-house bootfitter was off that day, and they guy who was helping me was polite but didn't appear to know. There was another guy in the store - clearly senior, clearly at home in the store, clearly an experienced skier who was busy fitting his own boots - who was delivering instructions to the guy helping me what to do: put boots in the oven, apply heat, have her walk around in them for 10 minutes etc. 45 minutes later I walked out of there with the advise to try on the boots at home for three hours and see how that feels. In short, nothing got done.
I went home and did as advised. Two hours later I took off the boots, blood pulsating so violently from my legs up my body that my first thought was "ooh, is it stroke time?". Terrified that I had sank 400 dollars on boots I clearly could not wear I drove next morning, in a snow storm, up the mountain to see Nick's bootfitter in Dover, Vermont. (By that time, I have gathered all possible info about buying boots in the area. And so, I'm passing it along: if in doubt, go over to Nick's, it will save you time and money). It took Nick 5 minutes to fix my problem. It turns out the fancy Dalbellos have an adjustment for calf - there's a removable plastic plate which can add or subtract volume depending on the skiers anatomy. All it took was a screwdriver -and basic understanding of the equipment which probably comes with the manual but the pair sold to me was a return and it was missing the booklet.
I skidded down the mountain, relieved. Never mind that I nearly had a head on collision with a snow plower, but hey! I had my boots!
I called VBSW and explained what happened. I was good natured about it and went out of my way to assure them that I was very happy with my boots and suggested that as a remedy for my additional expense they offer me $40 I spend at Nick's in future services, i.e. tuning my skis for next season. (It was really no big deal, more of an opportunity for them to do good by me). And this is when the problem started, and this is why I'm recalling this experience in such detail.
My suggestion did not go over well. Two weeks and three phone calls later Dave, one of the owners, reluctantly offered 40 off for future merchandise not services, and then he continued with a patronizing "but next time..." (as if there was going to be a next time). "Next time come see me or one of the other owners if you have a problem". And this is when I finally lost it. It was insulting at this point.
The owner(s) were precisely the problem. The guy delivering instructions about putting the boots into the oven was, I'm pretty sure, one of the owners. He did not have a clue. But he did have plenty of snarky attitude. The owner I dealt with on the phone lacked basic merchant culture, whining to me that he was not the one who sold me the boots nor the one trying to fix them but now he was potentially out 40 bucks! (No Dave, I'm the one who is out 40 bucks on top the 400 I parked in your shop, a premium price that guarantees fit/expertise).
Every time I look at the boots now, they remind me what every girl knows all too well: that when it comes to expensive gear the boys always know "best" and even they don't, they will still find a way to lecture you. And that is intolerable. read more