Originally Posted by Philpug
You better either add or link the story.
BTW, you better find a way to ski with me this time at Jackson.
I will DEFINITELY ski with you this time. Done deal!
As to the story, here it is. The crazy thing is that as I re-read this post, I realized that I didn't even mention that Bode WON the Beaver Creek WC Downhill that I was watching when the skis disappeared. That was Bode's first win on Head skis.
************************************************** Guess Who Stole My Skis?
I had the craziest experience this past weekend in Beaver Creek.
We went there for a friend's wedding, and by a nice coincidence I was able to watch the Men's Downhill on Friday. I took a brand-new pair of Head SuperShapes along.
So here's what happened...
Friday as I was going into the grandstand area, I left my skis leaning at about a 45-degree angle against a fence next to a couple of the free swag booths. I left them leaning diagonally so I could tell mine from everybody else's skis that were mostly standing vertically. I also put my pole straps around them just to keep the whole package together.
As I was leaving after the race, my skis weren't EXACTLY where I thought they were, but there was a pair of Head SuperShapes, with the pole straps looped around them, leaning at a 45-degree angle, just about where the should be, so I walked away with them, figuring it was just one more example of my short-term memory failure.
I clicked into them (no problem) and skied off for the rest of the afternoon.
The next morning, we're riding the shuttle bus to the base and I notice that my graphite poles say "Head" on them.
MY poles aren't Head poles. What are these poles doing in my hands?
When we get off the bus, I look closely at my skis. Same ski, same size, same binding... BUT... THESE skis didn't have the little bar code sticker that I hadn't had time to remove from MY skis. I had the wrong skis (and poles).
Well, at this point I figure it's a case of mistaken identity and I remember the fact that "my" skis hadn't been exactly where I thought they should be the day before.
I knew that Head had a VIP booth at the base of the ski area, so I headed over there. I explained to the first guy I came to that I had somebody else's skis.
He goes "Oh, yeah. We had a whole bunch of them get mixed up yesterday afternoon. I think Hans has yours."
Okay, I say, how do I find Hans?
"Well, here he comes now."
So Hans starts telling me that he DOESN'T have my skis but he was part of the mixup. Hans thinks that "Klammer" has them. So Hans and the first guy are talking back and forth about how to track them down and they keep talking about where Klammer might be.
Finally, I go "When you say "Klammer", do you mean FRANZ KLAMMER?"
They go on to say that they think Franz may have started the whole chain reaction by picking up mine by mistake and skiing off with them. He figured it out later, the same way I did, by suddenly seeing that the poles were different. He felt so bad that he even called the police to tell them he had somebody's skis by mistake.
Okay, I say, how do we find Franz?
"Oh! Here he comes now!"
So, there's Franz Klammer walking across the base area carrying MY skis and poles. We get introduced, he apologizes, I apologize, and I'm re-united with my skis, which now had THIS sticker, which his hotel put on them when they stored them for the night:
The greatest thing is that I swear the skis ski even better now than they did before the Kaiser skied on them. I think a little of Franz's magic rubbed off on them.