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Actually the first few runs after that I was pretty conservative, but after meeting you and the other AZers that day I just about forgot about the incident.Bob R said:
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Your Worst and Funniest Wipeout
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Greg said:
I tell you I still laugh every time I think of Joe launching into Misery Whip. :lol:
You've got to be kidding me....
....you people who have fallen. Pathetic! I started skiing in 1964, and I haven't fallen yet.
In 2005-06 I'm trying the blue squares....
:lol:
P.S. Actually, I'm scratching my chin on this one, because, at least for me, "worst" and "funniest" aren't usually in the same wipeout...
And thinking it through one step further, my wipeouts that give me the most chills are the ones that ALMOST happened. Only funny if you like laughing in the face of the reaper himself.... :dunce:
....you people who have fallen. Pathetic! I started skiing in 1964, and I haven't fallen yet.
In 2005-06 I'm trying the blue squares....
:lol:
P.S. Actually, I'm scratching my chin on this one, because, at least for me, "worst" and "funniest" aren't usually in the same wipeout...
And thinking it through one step further, my wipeouts that give me the most chills are the ones that ALMOST happened. Only funny if you like laughing in the face of the reaper himself.... :dunce:
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Was skiing down upper apallacian at Shawnee Peak and carrying pretty good speed because there is a corner, and then a flat section to get to the next trail that I wanted to ski. As I rounded the corner, there were people all across the trail going slow. I didn't have time to stop, so cut to the left, thought I could fly by on the edge, but my ski tip caught a branch and I started to spin out of control. I shot right across the trail on my back, and down over the bank. Just missed a big pine tree, and bounced down over a sharp rock. That rock sliced through the ass of my ski pants, through my jeans pocket, and my wallet. The cut stopped at my visa card! You could honestly say that my credit card saved my ass that day!
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Ha! This is a great story. :lol:Terry said:
Zand
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Bump. I have another one.
At Okemo in something like 2003, we were skiing down countdown. We stopped at the intersection to wait for my insanely slow mom, who was pizzaing the whole way down. I saw her come down, so I started to gun it. All of a sudden, I hear "MOVE!!!!!" and stop to see her crash straight into my dad. The only damage was a ski pole that she ran into and bent.
And another one from Wachusett last December. I was skiing down on opening from grooming on 10th. I was behind a few people, 2 of which were racing. All of a sudden, one goes down and sldies all the way down. So, the next day, I talk to a friend who was there the very same day. I told him about it and he thoght for a minute before realizing it was him that wiped out.
And also last season at Wachusett, I had gone all year there without falling. So in comes closing day, when I'm in a t-shirt and shorts in 75 degree weather. Happens that would be the one time I fell there. Damn that was cold.
At Okemo in something like 2003, we were skiing down countdown. We stopped at the intersection to wait for my insanely slow mom, who was pizzaing the whole way down. I saw her come down, so I started to gun it. All of a sudden, I hear "MOVE!!!!!" and stop to see her crash straight into my dad. The only damage was a ski pole that she ran into and bent.
And another one from Wachusett last December. I was skiing down on opening from grooming on 10th. I was behind a few people, 2 of which were racing. All of a sudden, one goes down and sldies all the way down. So, the next day, I talk to a friend who was there the very same day. I told him about it and he thoght for a minute before realizing it was him that wiped out.
And also last season at Wachusett, I had gone all year there without falling. So in comes closing day, when I'm in a t-shirt and shorts in 75 degree weather. Happens that would be the one time I fell there. Damn that was cold.
thebigo
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my first winter after high school my father had business in salt lake, and he had a free airline ticket so i flew out to ski alta with him for a couple days
it was a few days after a dump and we were hunting for powder. we saw some to the skiers right from the sugarloaf lift under devils castle. the old man was too chicken to hike out there so he stood under the lift and watched me. well i hiked out there and caught the kind of powder that i didnt know existed. well there was a long narrow tracked runout so i figured id get as much speed as possible. as soon as i hit the runout i hit an ice mogul lost my skis, went head first into the tracked and knocked myself out. i finally came to and hiked out, my father said i was down for five minutes
incidently the reason my father was chicken was that after the first run in the ballroom he thought he was smarter than the locals and hit the line under the baldy chute. he found out the reason it was untracked real quick when he hit the first snow boulder and tumbled down 500+ vertical. his shoulder was trashed for the rest of the weekend.
its funny i remember those dumps like it was five minutes ago but i cant seem to remember one good dump in the east, must be alta magic
it was a few days after a dump and we were hunting for powder. we saw some to the skiers right from the sugarloaf lift under devils castle. the old man was too chicken to hike out there so he stood under the lift and watched me. well i hiked out there and caught the kind of powder that i didnt know existed. well there was a long narrow tracked runout so i figured id get as much speed as possible. as soon as i hit the runout i hit an ice mogul lost my skis, went head first into the tracked and knocked myself out. i finally came to and hiked out, my father said i was down for five minutes
incidently the reason my father was chicken was that after the first run in the ballroom he thought he was smarter than the locals and hit the line under the baldy chute. he found out the reason it was untracked real quick when he hit the first snow boulder and tumbled down 500+ vertical. his shoulder was trashed for the rest of the weekend.
its funny i remember those dumps like it was five minutes ago but i cant seem to remember one good dump in the east, must be alta magic
Open SuperG/Downhill training senior year in high school.
On Noreaster at Okemo we would have our GS course set up on the bottom half of the trail. On the top steeper portion of the trail we were coached to essentially ride it as if it were a Downhill on the way down to work on 'letting the run' and going as fast as possible to prepare for the Super G race in the New Englands.
It was a bitter cold day and I had my hood up so my peripheral vision was limited. I was making a left turn and another guy on the team a right turn and we didn't see each other. He was slightly ahead of me and went right in front of me causing me to go over the tails of skis which at 50 mph, the slight stop sent me head first into the hardpack immediately knocking me out.
Those on the lift said I did several somersaults and that is was the most horrific crash they'd ever seen. I had slid several hundred feet down the hill and was woken up by an assistant coach brushing the snow off my face a few minutes after the crash. My head coach then skied up and said, take a break in the lodge, then come back out in an hour. I replied, coach I am down for the day, which he got angry with. The assistant coach said he was crazy and that she wanted to call in a sled because I was completely out of it. I managed under my own power to ski to the bottom, got into the lodge seeing triple and nearly passed out. Ended up going to ski patrol where I was strapped onto a back board and taken to the hospital in an ambulence.
Diagnosis - mild concussion, slight fracture to my C-7, compressed nerves and a seperated shoulder. I couldn't ski the rest of the season and the nerve compression resulted in lost feeling to my thumb for two months.
After all this, my coach didn't even offer up an apology for saying that he thought I should keep training.
On Noreaster at Okemo we would have our GS course set up on the bottom half of the trail. On the top steeper portion of the trail we were coached to essentially ride it as if it were a Downhill on the way down to work on 'letting the run' and going as fast as possible to prepare for the Super G race in the New Englands.
It was a bitter cold day and I had my hood up so my peripheral vision was limited. I was making a left turn and another guy on the team a right turn and we didn't see each other. He was slightly ahead of me and went right in front of me causing me to go over the tails of skis which at 50 mph, the slight stop sent me head first into the hardpack immediately knocking me out.
Those on the lift said I did several somersaults and that is was the most horrific crash they'd ever seen. I had slid several hundred feet down the hill and was woken up by an assistant coach brushing the snow off my face a few minutes after the crash. My head coach then skied up and said, take a break in the lodge, then come back out in an hour. I replied, coach I am down for the day, which he got angry with. The assistant coach said he was crazy and that she wanted to call in a sled because I was completely out of it. I managed under my own power to ski to the bottom, got into the lodge seeing triple and nearly passed out. Ended up going to ski patrol where I was strapped onto a back board and taken to the hospital in an ambulence.
Diagnosis - mild concussion, slight fracture to my C-7, compressed nerves and a seperated shoulder. I couldn't ski the rest of the season and the nerve compression resulted in lost feeling to my thumb for two months.
After all this, my coach didn't even offer up an apology for saying that he thought I should keep training.
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Worst was at Sunday River. I was skiing under the Locke Trip with tons of speed because I wanted to jump and clear the two rolls that form the base of the lift. There was no lipto get air on so all I was using was speed and a good huck. Well, I cleared the first one but my tails came down on the backside of the second sending me face first into the ground. I got up and my face was bleeding all overe from the impact. And what A headache! I'm surprised I remember any of it. Also glad it was a soft snow day as my face would have looked like it was hit with a cheese grater. Ick!
Funniest was also at the River. After skiing Agony on a bluebird warm(upper 60's) spring day in shorts and a t-shirt, I tried to air off a lip next to a tower down low near the base. I came down in the backseat and ended up like a turtle on his back in the middle of a HUGE puddle of water under a packed B.M. Quad. Proabably the most cheers I've ever gotten. I felt like an ass. :dunce:
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Funniest was also at the River. After skiing Agony on a bluebird warm(upper 60's) spring day in shorts and a t-shirt, I tried to air off a lip next to a tower down low near the base. I came down in the backseat and ended up like a turtle on his back in the middle of a HUGE puddle of water under a packed B.M. Quad. Proabably the most cheers I've ever gotten. I felt like an ass. :dunce:
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tirolerpeter
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Worst Wipeout
Bellayre about 15 years ago. Totally empty mountain and my buddy and I were were doing warp 9 down a blue. A couple of hundred feet ahead of me was a woman making slow, lazy arcs. As I started to catch up to her she pulled up on the right edge of the trail. OK, no problem. Just then I caught an edge, did a little hop to recover, and looked up to see her sort of slide from where she had stopped directly into my path. No chance to change direction, I took her out head on. She spun off to my left, and I went into a backward snowplow. The trail was basically a glacier with about an inch and a half of machine made powder over it. About the time I started to think: "I'm going to recover." My right rear binding released and dropped my forehead down onto the ice and knocked me out. When I came to I thought I had snow in my eyes. The neurologist told me later I had been blinded temporarily by shocking my optic nerve! Ouch! There were people all around me asking if I were OK? I hadn't realized that I had been unconscious, and said I was fine and I would ski down. As I started down I realized I was definitely NOT OK. I felt myself going into shock. I skied straight to the aid station, dropped to the ground in front of a couple of medics and told them I was going to pass out again. They took me to the hospital and then kept me awake for the next twelve hours worried that I might go into a coma. My buddy took me back to LI the next day. I literally did not know which way was up for a week. I couldn't even turn my head in bed without the feeling that a giant had turned my bed upside down. It took me over a year to regain about 85% of my balance. I have since recovered well, but I can not go on rollercoasters anymore without losing my lunch. My Skier's Edge Machine has played a big role in helping me to recover and even improve my balance once again. BTW, when I looked at my skiis some time later, the the inside edge brake on my right ski had bent upward about two inches during my attempted stop.
Bellayre about 15 years ago. Totally empty mountain and my buddy and I were were doing warp 9 down a blue. A couple of hundred feet ahead of me was a woman making slow, lazy arcs. As I started to catch up to her she pulled up on the right edge of the trail. OK, no problem. Just then I caught an edge, did a little hop to recover, and looked up to see her sort of slide from where she had stopped directly into my path. No chance to change direction, I took her out head on. She spun off to my left, and I went into a backward snowplow. The trail was basically a glacier with about an inch and a half of machine made powder over it. About the time I started to think: "I'm going to recover." My right rear binding released and dropped my forehead down onto the ice and knocked me out. When I came to I thought I had snow in my eyes. The neurologist told me later I had been blinded temporarily by shocking my optic nerve! Ouch! There were people all around me asking if I were OK? I hadn't realized that I had been unconscious, and said I was fine and I would ski down. As I started down I realized I was definitely NOT OK. I felt myself going into shock. I skied straight to the aid station, dropped to the ground in front of a couple of medics and told them I was going to pass out again. They took me to the hospital and then kept me awake for the next twelve hours worried that I might go into a coma. My buddy took me back to LI the next day. I literally did not know which way was up for a week. I couldn't even turn my head in bed without the feeling that a giant had turned my bed upside down. It took me over a year to regain about 85% of my balance. I have since recovered well, but I can not go on rollercoasters anymore without losing my lunch. My Skier's Edge Machine has played a big role in helping me to recover and even improve my balance once again. BTW, when I looked at my skiis some time later, the the inside edge brake on my right ski had bent upward about two inches during my attempted stop.
Wow, tirolerpeter, that sounds like a bad one! 
tirolerpeter
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Falls
I hadn't read this post by "deadheadskier" when I posted my own "Fall" story. The kind of stupidity demonstrated by the coach in this story is sadly present in many other sports. I coached youth soccer for 18 years, and witnessed endless episodes of players sustaining really serious injuries followed by some A-Hole coach exhorting the player to: "Walk it off!" Of course, the coach was thinking of "the game" and how important that particular player was to "winning." I truly believe that far too much education for coaches (in virtually all sports) is dedicated to skills and techniques, and not nearly enough to athlete health. Many coaches will totally exploit some young player to the point of permanent injury. As a HS teacher I had a student in an economics class who was a really promising pitcher totally burn out his pitching arm because the Baseball coach wanted a "record winning season" for his final year of coaching. I met the young man a couple of years later serving food at a wedding reception. He had gone on to college on a sports scholarship but was dropped by the college because he couldn't overcome his senior year "arm burnout." (Sorry about being off topic, but I needed to say this.)
deadheadskier said:
I hadn't read this post by "deadheadskier" when I posted my own "Fall" story. The kind of stupidity demonstrated by the coach in this story is sadly present in many other sports. I coached youth soccer for 18 years, and witnessed endless episodes of players sustaining really serious injuries followed by some A-Hole coach exhorting the player to: "Walk it off!" Of course, the coach was thinking of "the game" and how important that particular player was to "winning." I truly believe that far too much education for coaches (in virtually all sports) is dedicated to skills and techniques, and not nearly enough to athlete health. Many coaches will totally exploit some young player to the point of permanent injury. As a HS teacher I had a student in an economics class who was a really promising pitcher totally burn out his pitching arm because the Baseball coach wanted a "record winning season" for his final year of coaching. I met the young man a couple of years later serving food at a wedding reception. He had gone on to college on a sports scholarship but was dropped by the college because he couldn't overcome his senior year "arm burnout." (Sorry about being off topic, but I needed to say this.)
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Re: Worst Wipeout
And you took up skiing again?
This should be the defintion of additicion.
I mean, I just broke a collar bone and cracked some ribs (Hairline only) in 2 separate incidents....
tirolerpeter said:
And you took up skiing again?
This should be the defintion of additicion.
I mean, I just broke a collar bone and cracked some ribs (Hairline only) in 2 separate incidents....
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My worst and funniest are both stories about people crashing into me, oddly enough.
The worst was when I first began skiing, the very first time I had ever been, and we were at Wachusett. I was on Conifer and doing fine, in control, making turns and someone I was with, who had been twice before and still hadn't learned how to turn, crashed into me from behind. We both tumbled in something akin to a horizontal tazmanian devil for 100 feet or so. We were both sore and I skied from where I could watch him the rest of the day.
The funniest was again at Wachusett. I was up there last year with one my close to clinically insane friends and a few others. I had just explained to the group we were with I hadn't fall yet that year and the first time always sucks, but subsequent falls aren't so bad after you 'break the seal.' Well my friend decided to take it upon himself to help me out with that first fall. Going down Challenger for a warm up, near the end of the trail, I'm making some short slalom turns on my P50's which feels cool because they have so much spring. All of a sudden, my tails didn't move for an instant, and I felt a blow to my left-back side. He had decided to run me down, of course. These are the types of friends I have.
I faired better than he did though, I fell on my side and braked to a stop. As I was doing this I saw him go tumbling by me in somersaults of snow and marbles. It was pretty amusing.
And I had the chance to get him back. At the top of the lift on the next run, we were standing next to each other waiting for the rest of the group. I noticed he had planted his poles in the snow next to him... so I pushed him over sideways. That was pretty amusing.
The worst was when I first began skiing, the very first time I had ever been, and we were at Wachusett. I was on Conifer and doing fine, in control, making turns and someone I was with, who had been twice before and still hadn't learned how to turn, crashed into me from behind. We both tumbled in something akin to a horizontal tazmanian devil for 100 feet or so. We were both sore and I skied from where I could watch him the rest of the day.
The funniest was again at Wachusett. I was up there last year with one my close to clinically insane friends and a few others. I had just explained to the group we were with I hadn't fall yet that year and the first time always sucks, but subsequent falls aren't so bad after you 'break the seal.' Well my friend decided to take it upon himself to help me out with that first fall. Going down Challenger for a warm up, near the end of the trail, I'm making some short slalom turns on my P50's which feels cool because they have so much spring. All of a sudden, my tails didn't move for an instant, and I felt a blow to my left-back side. He had decided to run me down, of course. These are the types of friends I have.
I faired better than he did though, I fell on my side and braked to a stop. As I was doing this I saw him go tumbling by me in somersaults of snow and marbles. It was pretty amusing.
And I had the chance to get him back. At the top of the lift on the next run, we were standing next to each other waiting for the rest of the group. I noticed he had planted his poles in the snow next to him... so I pushed him over sideways. That was pretty amusing.
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Re: Worst Wipeout
Well, I had to choose between skiing or just hanging around and drinking. And, since my head was so screwed up at the time that all I had to do was abrubtly toss my head back a couple of inches to make myself feel like I had just "tossed down" a six-pack; I fiqured since I didn't need to spend the money on beer, I would just keep spending it on the slopes. The irony of all of this is I have never been hurt on any sort of "extreme terrain." It is just interaction with A-holes that gets me hurt. To wit: At Alta (in February of "04") I was turning onto the end of a lift line when some moron came flying out of the woods, blind-sided me, took both my legs out from under me and dropped me from ass height straight down onto my tail-bone. To this day I have a chip that can hurt like hell if I am not sitting in a way that doesn't put pressure on it. Does wonders for my posture! What should I do...take up "paint by numbers?"
Brettski said:
Well, I had to choose between skiing or just hanging around and drinking. And, since my head was so screwed up at the time that all I had to do was abrubtly toss my head back a couple of inches to make myself feel like I had just "tossed down" a six-pack; I fiqured since I didn't need to spend the money on beer, I would just keep spending it on the slopes. The irony of all of this is I have never been hurt on any sort of "extreme terrain." It is just interaction with A-holes that gets me hurt. To wit: At Alta (in February of "04") I was turning onto the end of a lift line when some moron came flying out of the woods, blind-sided me, took both my legs out from under me and dropped me from ass height straight down onto my tail-bone. To this day I have a chip that can hurt like hell if I am not sitting in a way that doesn't put pressure on it. Does wonders for my posture! What should I do...take up "paint by numbers?"
Marc
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I was going to suggest knitting, but with your luck, I'd avoid sharp objects just as a standard precautionary.
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Funniest? Hmmm...
Back in about 1990, I jumped off the cornice at the top of the Hanging Valley Wall at Snowmass into windblown. Click-click over the handle bars on the first turn. Out of both bindings. Rag doll fall down the whole slope. That's probably about 500 feet of vertical with the first 100+ more than 40 degrees. I probably bounced 4 or 5 times on the way down and did most of the tumble in the air. I ended up at the bottom with two ski pole grips in my hands with skis & ski pole shafts up at the top. I'd fallen through the top of an evergreen and it had ripped my shell pants off so they were down around my boots. Other than a bloody lip from the tree, I was uninjured.
Worst?
I've had two fully torn ACLs, broken ribs, shoulder reconstruction, broken tibea, and a fractured skull. Other than the tibia which happended while running gates and the ribs that happened launching over the tips in bumps, my injuries happened in the flats at slow to moderate speeds. I guess that means I should stay off the flats and always ski faster.
Back in about 1990, I jumped off the cornice at the top of the Hanging Valley Wall at Snowmass into windblown. Click-click over the handle bars on the first turn. Out of both bindings. Rag doll fall down the whole slope. That's probably about 500 feet of vertical with the first 100+ more than 40 degrees. I probably bounced 4 or 5 times on the way down and did most of the tumble in the air. I ended up at the bottom with two ski pole grips in my hands with skis & ski pole shafts up at the top. I'd fallen through the top of an evergreen and it had ripped my shell pants off so they were down around my boots. Other than a bloody lip from the tree, I was uninjured.
Worst?
I've had two fully torn ACLs, broken ribs, shoulder reconstruction, broken tibea, and a fractured skull. Other than the tibia which happended while running gates and the ribs that happened launching over the tips in bumps, my injuries happened in the flats at slow to moderate speeds. I guess that means I should stay off the flats and always ski faster.
Geoff said:
Words to live by!
What on earth were you thinking, that you would take a warmup run or something?
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JimG. said:
Actually, both ACLs and the fractured skull were day 1 at Killington in 3 consecutive years. My last 2 years of college & my first year working. The fractured skull made the front page of the Rutland Herald on opening day. I missed the left turn coming down from the Peak Lodge. It was day 1 so they hadn't put the net up yet. A boulder at the bottom of the embankment stopped my head-first slide. 'Twas an impressive amount of blood. My last 25 Killington first days have all had better outcomes.
Geoff said:
Guess that's one way to warm up :lol: . I think a heavy night of drinking the night before would simulate the effect and would probably be more fun.
