So many threads about "I h8 people with brand names climbing clothes and shiny cams" "I'm a REAL climber cuz I'm a dirtbag, and you're not".

This thread is for those who enjoy nice houses, cars, wine, clothes, their career, families, etc. as much as they do climbing. Let's talk about leading 5.10 on a good day, driving to the crag in our SUV or Lexus, and other fine things in life.

I'll start:

I enjoy a good Malbec above all, any wine drinkers out there (MD 20 doesn't count).

What's your opinion of the 1 series? Has BMW sold out?

What's the latest must have 100$ cam that I'll use 5 times a year?

Dirtbag climbers, please don't pollute our thread

Ooh oh! I have three link cams and I work in a cubicle. Can I play?

I'm in. I always get a kick out of the lengths some of my friends will go to to try to show they're still dirtbags. If you are fine, but if you work and make good money, you're not a dirtbage. Sorry, you're just not.

I can't climb 5 times a week because I go to work. It sucks, but you deal. One of those ways is to have a nice rack and a bunch of shit I probably don't need.

I have not one, but two sets of those over-priced BD neutrinos that color match the cams.

I'll buy a guidebook for a place that I've only been once.

I have ascenders, aiders, daisies, and a screamer. I've aided 1 pitch total in my life.

I actually have, and paid for, one of those 'harnesses' for your nalgene so you can clip it to your haul loop. When I got it the guy behind the counter said "Dude, I got some cordage and duct tape in my truck, we can just make you one real quick".

I enjoy a Sapphire and Tonic (or three) after a good climb.

Sorry, can't join you on the BMW talk. I'm a Maserati kinda guy.

If you answer "yes" to at least one of the following questions you're in:

1) do you own a power edger or mow your yard in criss-cross pattern (bonus points if you pay a yard service to do it for you)?

2) have you had to skip climbing to work late on a project or proposal in the last month?

3) do you spend more time on, ahem, climbing sites than you spend climbing?

I have two indulgences that deprive me of a large portion of my disposable income:

Perhaps not surprisingly, both are alcoholic beverages.

I am a big fan of good scotch. I can slam down shots of jack when I want to get hammered, but a glass of 18 year old single malt after a long day writing grant proposals is a beautiful thing.

Similarly, I love a quality beer. Most people bring a bottle of cheap champagne to parties, I usually bring a bottle of Rochefort 10 for the fellas, and will often throw in a Lambic for the ladies. Again, I'm not above slamming some coors light while I watch a football game, but I'd much rather have a bottle conditioned Trappist ale with my dinner.

Does a '96 Lexus with 160,000 miles (that I paid $9K for) count? It's a sweet roadtrippin' ride.

Does a '96 Lexus with 160,000 miles (that I paid $9K for) count? It's a sweet roadtrippin' ride.

hows this for yuppie.
My midnight snack just consisted of aged cheddar, crackers, hummus and cab sav

hows this for yuppie.
My midnight snack just consisted of aged cheddar, crackers, hummus and cab sav

That was cold
WTF?

That was cold
WTF?

That was cold

Well I am fucking flattered!

I cut [other peoples yards in a criss-cross pattern... does that count? Maybe I should come cut you guys grass so you can get more yuppie points?

Oh yea... I drink Jack, Jim and George.

So is generic cheese, crackers and Cabernet.

Jay

The fact that you used the phrase "sweet roadtrippin' ride" automatically prohibits you from participating in this thread.

And rtwilli4? STFU! You're not welcome here either. Go back to your little hippie thread where you so proudly proclaim how great it is to be poor.

Jay doesn't do yuppie--he does nerd.

Curt

So is generic cheese, crackers and Cabernet.

Jay

Yet ironically I'm drinking Cabernet as I type this (which is why I've had to retype it three times so far), had hummus for lunch, and love feta cheese with extra virgin olive oil and oregano. I'm just not pretentious about it.

It helps that the Cabernet is 2-buck Chuck.

Jay

I'm not pretentious at all, cab, hummus and feta are considered a yuppie meal around here, with all the rednecks, fried chicken, watermelon and all...

A good Cabernet is properly served in the low 60s--not all that cold, actually.

Curt

your the one who said there are rednecks in SC

Golly, I'll be happy to retract that statement if I was mistaken.

Jay

You are not mistaken at all, except I am not one of them. I'm not from here, merely a long term visitor.

You ain't no yuppie either. That's not a bad thing, BTW. But it's hard to find any merit in having the pretension to being one.

Jay

Jesus, just pass the fuckin' bottle, like he said.

Curt

Please.
How about a Pinot this time?
Paul Hobbs would be nice

How unfortunate. Mine's Caymus tonight.

Curt

Pinot after Cabernet? Perhaps Jay was right after all.

Curt

Arc'teryx softshell, hardshell, harness and pack. Need I say more?

Drink Germain-Robin. Best stuff ever.

Is there a minimum price point for wine drinker to entry to this club? (Say paid at least $50 a bottle at one point and time)

Is a yard with a sprinkler system an automatic in?

We use the term “golf units”. (Golf is an inherited disease, climbing (posts) is an acquired one). A golf unit was the cost of playing golf, including equipment, practice buckets, clothing, everything. It is a great concept because it can apply to other aspects of life.

“Climbing Units” becomes the cost of buying time to go do the activity as compared to other life expenses. Jewelry, wine, fashionable clothing, kids activities all get neatly compared to the cost of recreational activities.

I dunno, you might an imposter that spends mad $$ on gear but then throws his pack in the trunk of his 99 Camry and drives back to his apartment. Answer me this:

what would you pair with seared scallops with?

A) Riesling
B) PBR - PBR goes with anything!

wow.

i cannot and am having trouble coping with this.

i cant b elive i am reading climbing being associated with yuppie who is obssessed with money and image.

u call me an asshole for saying it but- all u guys need to rethink climbing ur doing it wrong.

plane and simple.

I have two indulgences that deprive me of a large portion of my disposable income:

Perhaps not surprisingly, both are alcoholic beverages.

I am a big fan of good scotch. I can slam down shots of jack when I want to get hammered, but a glass of 18 year old single malt after a long day writing grant proposals is a beautiful thing.

Similarly, I love a quality beer. Most people bring a bottle of cheap champagne to parties, I usually bring a bottle of Rochefort 10 for the fellas, and will often throw in a Lambic for the ladies. Again, I'm not above slamming some coors light while I watch a football game, but I'd much rather have a bottle conditioned Trappist ale with my dinner.

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

A good Cabernet is properly served in the low 60s--not all that cold, actually.

Curt

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

If you answer "yes" to at least one of the following questions you're in:


1) do you own a power edger or mow your yard in criss-cross pattern (bonus points if you pay a yard service to do it for you)?

2) have you had to skip climbing to work late on a project or proposal in the last month?

3) do you spend more time on, ahem, climbing sites than you spend climbing?

I dunno, you might an imposter that spends mad $$ on gear but then throws his pack in the trunk of his 99 Camry and drives back to his apartment. Answer me this:

what would you pair seared scallops with?

A) Riesling
B) PBR - PBR goes with anything!

wow.

i cannot and am having trouble coping with this.

i cant b elive i am reading climbing being associated with yuppie who is obssessed with money and image.

u call me an asshole for saying it but- all u guys need to rethink climbing ur doing it wrong.

plane and simple.

Well... I thought this thread had potential. I see that I am sorely mistaken. There isnt a single yuppie climber among you.

I think we should start with the definition of yuppie... Young Urban Professional. This is what I expected to hear...

Young: The idea of being young means you are not sipping on some wine while posting to rockclimbing.com. This is not only uber-lame, but also the antithesis to all things yuppie. You are not at home drinking, you are at a lounge... preferably VIP at a roofdeck bar overlooking something interesting like Times Square or some shit. A yuppie thrives on vulgar displays of wealth and excess that attacts smoking hot young sex objects like moths to a flame. (Note: If you have a wife it doesnt matter if your 16... YOUR FUCKING OLD) Now heres the trick... resist all temptations to treat this cute little bird with respect! Shes only talking to you because you passed the first cut of her built in Wealth Screening Device TM; shes not here to make a friend shes here to find something to EAT (dont forget shes working as a waitress and spending 150% of her after tax income on rent). She has already decided whether or not shes getting naked with you so make fun of her small town roots and ask her shit like where her family summers in Europe...

Urban - Heres the catch... its really late now. You drank half of the Grey Goose bottle service and your seeing double. You finally went too far with the disrespect and little Mrs. Hardbody was whisked away by her friends before getting the opportunity to star in her very first film. But there is a serious problem. Your fucking hammered, stuck in the middle of a city, and nowhere near the mountains. FIGHT OR FLIGHT kicks in... you chose FLIGHT! Call the limo service to get you the fuck out of this city. If you were able to actually comprehend what your watch is trying to tell you then you would recognize you have 4 hours before you need to be in the car heading off to meet up with your climbing partner in the morning. Its ok, your car is already full of your climbing gear as thats the only reason you even have a car. You hit the pipe as the sun rises; thank god you have dark sunglasses. On the road.

Professional - Heres the crux. You are a professional. Professional is the reason why you are able to spend cash like its going out of style and went to a fancy private school. But its more than that... your a fucking professional... at everything you do. Overachieving is what you do best... whether your bullshitting in the boardroom, screwing in the bathroom, yachting, homebrewing, showing your friends that champangle bottles are only single serving, or climbing. So even though your running on 8 hours of sleep (over the last 3 days) you pick up your partner EARLY and deny him breakfast as you race towards the rock. You grab the rack and start running towards your climb the same way Dean Potter starts his solo of the nose. Your half-drunk... because only half of you actually made it to climb. That doesnt stop you from putting up the hardest lead of the weekend first thing. DAMNIT YOUR A PROFESSIONAL!

Carry on.

How can anyone so clever not know the difference between "your" and "you're"?

Lol....it's a 91' Camry with the muffler hanging low, a door about to fall off, a pasenger side window that doesn't work and a crack in the radiator, but that's only because I'm holding out for the company car and gas card, which should be available soon.

Seared scallops? I can see the merits of a Riesling there, but I generally think it tastes like feet. Besides, I usually don't bother with foods that don't compliment a good red or belgian ale. Follow it up with a maduro and a glass of Dalmore and we're talking. ...then again, exchagne that for some skunk and some pirate booty and we're having a good time.

Jay doesn't do yuppie--he does nerd.

Curt

I think this thread embodies the true spirit of the pretentious yuppie climber.

I'm not reading that.

cmon guys...it doesnt matter wat u got to climb wit as long as u climb safe....have a love 4 tha sport and respect mother nature wherev u climb....u should stop the this guys such a n00b cuz he has nice stuff....myb ure just jealous....the thread dont make the climber...so chilllllll...........juz luv wat u do

I have five fence jumpers and raft makers that do my landscaping, and I glue coins to the pavement outside of my office building so I can watch the bums fight during my lunch hour. Can I play?

You watch way to much T.V my friend

I pay for most of my climbing gear with recycled cans
I have a decent paying job

I enjoy the finer things in life (wine, cigars, burbon)

just get out and enjoy life no matter what your "status" may be or what you want it to be.

this is what i'm about--buying 2 dollar slacks from goodwill to cut into shorts, rather than 120 dollar prana manpris--you know what that gives me? 118 dollars to spend on belgian ale.

you yuppies need to get your priorities straight.

And don't forget to use the leaf blower too!

Don't let that hippy scum near your daughter either! Make sure he just trims the verge and not her hedge. Young women are the only ones gullible enough to buy that being poor by choice, romantic bullshit they spew. Next thing you know, she's knocked up and our aging hippy boy's run off to avoid the spector of responsibility knocking on his Peter Pan fantasy world. The grandson you raise will only know his dad by the gifts he sends every several years: pooka beads, hemp crystal bags, and Jack Johnson mix-tapes.

How can anyone so clever not know the difference between "your" and "you're"?

So is generic cheese, crackers and Cabernet.

Jay

my wife and i recently stayed at the hotel saranac during a 3 day trip in the ADKs instead of camping at chapel pond, does this qualify for membership?

i do have to be honest though, we did steal the oatmeal soap when we left so is this grounds for dismissal?

This thread is for those who enjoy nice houses, cars, wine, clothes, their career, families, etc. as much as they do climbing. Let's talk about leading 5.10 on a good day, driving to the crag in our SUV or Lexus, and other fine things in life.

He's not actually a yuppie? Pretty good writing, nonetheless.

Wow, you're right, that actually was pretty GUd. Glad I went back and read that. I mean, had my secretary read it for me and provide me with a synopsis.

I'm in. I always get a kick out of the lengths some of my friends will go to to try to show they're still dirtbags. If you are fine, but if you work and make good money, you're not a dirtbage. Sorry, you're just not.

this is what i'm about--buying 2 dollar slacks from goodwill to cut into shorts, rather than 120 dollar prana manpris--you know what that gives me? 118 dollars to spend on belgian ale.

you yuppies need to get your priorities straight.

Man you're not getting it. Yuppies got so much scratch that drop the coin for the newest/best/most expensive everything.

Many people still consider themselves yuppies since the term was first coined over 20 years ago, and they refuse to believe that they are now old.

Now I bought three cams for a climb in the meadows this summer, and couldn't climb it since I sprained my ankle. But I'm out by deffinition, too old, and married with children.

Don't let that hippy scum near your daughter either! Make sure he just trims the verge and not her hedge. Young women are the only ones gullible enough to buy that being poor by choice, romantic bullshit they spew. Next thing you know, she's knocked up and our aging hippy boy's run off to avoid the spector of responsibility knocking on his Peter Pan fantasy world. The grandson you raise will only know his dad by the gifts he sends every several years: pooka beads, hemp crystal bags, and Jack Johnson mix-tapes.

dude, you're right. what i meant to say was that i have my life coach meet with my fashion consultant to discuss shopping at the hippest clothing stores in town. After dropping $459 on tailor-made silk slacks from saigon, we cut them off at the knees and go climbing.

Hahahhaha That really made laugh... especially the end part. BUT... I have a girlfriend who I will marry some day and she is definitely NOT my girlfriend because I am poor. She fully expects me to get a real job someday. Either way.... I don't fuck random girls, especially rich ones... YOUR DAUGHTERS ARE SAFE!

OH yea... its puka, not pooka.
Crystal healing is bullshit, I've tried it.

and Jack Johnson sucks.

Haha! You dirty hippy! I was testing your hippy spell-check with "pooka." Well, at least we can all agree Jack Johnson sucks.

Oh yeah. Hemp crystal bags really exist? I was actually going out on a limb there.

and Jack Johnson sucks.

I'm not sure about "hemp crystal bags" but there is always a lot of hemp and some crazy gypsy trying to heal me with her crystals.