Skiing at Terry Peak, SD one day (1st Tracks!) when I hit a burm under the powder. My dynastar Omeglass II's both snapped just ahead of the toepieces and rocketed into my gut. One tip weaseled under my jacket and ripped me open a little (14 stitches) Imagine my surprise. One moment I'm cooking thru some great pow, the next I'm trying to hold my liver in place. (at the time I thought the wound was much worse than it ended up) I think I mourned for the skis more than myself.
About 5 years later I was skiing in Winter Park and launched a biggie out of the bottom of Runaway Chute and landed right on a nice, pointy rock. My Dynastar Course SL's both took the hit, but the left one lived. The right one had a gouge so deep that it raised the top sheet right under my boot. Can't say I didn't land centered!!! Anyway, I had to go buy a new pair the next day.
Oh yeah. One time in Angel Fire, NM I was hitting a kicker with some buddies after some heavy snow-fall. It was a real butt-clincher, but it was pretty fun. We kept hitting it bigger and bigger until about noon when I decided to go H-U-G-E and flew out past all the bomb-holes. I landed in some heavy Pow and Double-E'd out of both skis. Jumped up, cleared my goggles, put my hands in the air and grabbed my skis... only to find that I had ripped both heel-pieces out of my BRAND NEW Black Smokes. (I was all "Waaaaaah!", and my buds were like "Oh Dude!", and I was going "Nooooooo!", and they were all "Ha Ha!", and I was like "Shut Up!")
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