Countach 110

Mind blowing experience. I was very skeptical and had my doubts, but from the first second I clicked in to the first drop on a rowdy pow run after a recent dump my mind was blown. I caught myself mutter the words "quiver Killer" more than once. These skis are insane to say the least.

Four days on the Countach 110s and I’ve had more parking-lot conversations than a pair of white Oakleys in 2006. Every single day someone slides up like, “Yo… what skis are those?” And every time I give the same answer: “Sick skis.” Conversation over. Mystery intact. On snow, they’re pure fun with just enough seriousness to back it up. They slash, smear, and pivot when you’re messing around, then snap into turns and absolutely charge when you let them run. Trees? Easy. Chop? No problem. That groomer back to the lift where you accidentally go way too fast? Shockingly dialed. Playful without being noodly, stable without feeling dead. The flex hits that sweet spot. They’ve got an effortless, loose-but-controlled feel—like they want you to ski creatively, not perfectly. They reward questionable line choices in a very good way. One small gripe: I’d like a little more ski in front of me when charging. The factory mount feels a touch close to center for my taste. If you like to open it up, I’d mount these slightly back. Final verdict: they rip, they turn heads, and yes—sick skis.

Love the skis!!