<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Kneale Brownson:
...Funniest sight was to see someone walking around with the plate from a plate binding attached to their boot soles.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
An even funnier related story was what happened to me at Killington about 10 years ago.
First - a bit of necessary background: When Moog went belly up as a company, I bought a whole bunch of bindings, springs, installation tools, parts at something like 10cents on the $, so I was putting Moogs on every ski I owned for the next decade. They were a mechanically great design, simple, elegant, nothing to break, and had never failed me by either pre-releasing or not releasing when they should, so why not? Well, around ten years ago I was starting to run out of parts for them, so some of my skis had Moogs on them, while others had more modern bindings.
Now, back to the main story:
It was fantastic conditions - about a 18 inches of fresh with probably 3-4 foot drifts. I had skied all day, was dog tired, and was skiing the 4 PM sweep with some guys I knew on the patrol. I'm dog tired, fall, a ski comes off, and disappears.
We grovel around for 5 min and finally one of the guys finds my ski. He hollers back up hill that he has it, but that it is missing the plate. Well, the plate is THE most costly part of that binding and I know I don't have any spares along, so I tell the guys, "We've GOT to find it!". We grovel around in the snow for another 15 minutes until I notice this funny wire going around the toe of my boot. I'm an idiot - I'm acting like a newbie - the plate is still attached to my boot, exactly where it should be.
I was SO tired, cold, not thinking right, and had become used to "regular" bindings where nothing is left on your boot when you release, so that when he said the plate is missing, I didn't clue in and just started looking for it along with everyone else.
I felt like the complete FOOL, especially having skiied on that binding for the previous decade, so the question was what the hell should I do. In the face of utter humiliation, all honesty went out the window. I quietly reached down, flipped out of it, and left it in the snow for a couple more minutes until I "found" it. The guys never knew, and that was one of the last times I've ever been on Moogs.
Tom / PM
PS - re the previous story, while you could hook a boot onto the plate backwards, it never fully locked in place, so you certainly wouldn't want to ski very far with it that way.