Heres the story of skiing at St Anton in 1980/81. Lift lines means the next skiers front of his boot is touching the back of your binding at age of 16 I was having none of that, so I flatten a few ski tips by stepping on them with my skis, this help some. Next was body check over the railing, this worked, one check and the guy behind you fended off the hordes. The best part was a Texas football was skiing (sort of), big guys, the smallest 6’2’ built like a tank, polite as hell, all wearing red down jackets and cowboy hats, couldn’t understand the pushy line etiquette, until l I showed them them a hockey body check. Last I saw them wasn’t skiing just standing in the lift line checking pushy skis over the rail. Guess it was more fun than skiing.I've been told that most European lift lines are survival of the fittest. Never had the pleasure...
That specifically is the problem with concussions. The concussed can't make good decisions for themselves. Denial of injury is probably the most prevalent poor decision they make. 'Oh, I'm ok.' NOT
If I found someone clearly exhibiting signs of concussion, I'd call it in and maintain contact with the individual so that patrol could find him.
Sorry to hear that. Not good.Took the family for a long weekend in Arosa Switzerland.
Today my U8 daughter was waiting with my U10 in the slow down area, near the lift line access but out of the way off to the side. They were waiting for my wife to catch up to them. They were standing together.
Some knucklehead man skiing at speed (in the slow section)runs into my U8 daughter from behind. Knocked her down, completely launched her out of her GS race skis. (Both released). He didn’t stop, say sorry, anything. My U10 yelled at him, but he just joined the lift line and took off.
I’m convinced that her Helmet and back protector must of saved her from a serious injury. She had pain on the side of her head, a swollen and bruised knee, but that’s all we’ve found thus far.
Luckily she’s a physically strong, athletic and healthy kid for her age. Also that she had the safety gear. It could have been really bad.
needless to say, I wish I had caught the guy...
Glad she's ok. There is a particular class of douchebag male who skis in Europe. I might have said teutonic but I think it's wider and generally seems to be white middle aged guy entitlement - where whatever happens is someone else's fault/problem. Not the best skiers but been doing it a long time and can "get down" most runs meaning groomers. As referenced above I've seen some astonishing and truly daft behaviour from such individuals over the years.Took the family for a long weekend in Arosa Switzerland.
Not peculiar to Europe I fear. Deer Valley is infested by similar types. I have coined the pejorative “Master of the Universe” to describe such skiers. They are middle aged or a bit older, often successful at what they do, and imagine that there’s nothing at which they do not excel, including skiing. Any mishaps are therefore the fault of someone else as their awesomeness simply wouldn’t permit it to be theirs.Glad she's ok. There is a particular class of douchebag male who skis in Europe. I might have said teutonic but I think it's wider and generally seems to be white middle aged guy entitlement - where whatever happens is someone else's fault/problem. Not the best skiers but been doing it a long time and can "get down" most runs meaning groomers. As referenced above I've seen some astonishing and truly daft behaviour from such individuals over the years.
It's not just Europe. The closest that I have knowingly come to dying skiing was at Beaver Creek on a big wide blue - no-one below me for a long long way so I was having fun skiing fast. There was a big clump of trees on one side of this wide run, and as I approached them and was about to make a turn, two guys in their 30's or early 40's appear out of nowhere going like the clappers, and one of them skis over the back of my skis throwing the tips into the air. As I said, I was going fast, and could only juuuuuust manage to get them back down and put the brakes on incredibly hard before I would have slammed into the trees at 35-40mph. If I'd found them, I'd be serving life in prison right now.There is a particular class of douchebag male who skis in Europe.
Having been a young man once, the feeling of immortality encourages you to do do some stupid S*#t which explains why the high mortality rate it among young men. Luckily I survived this portion of my life.It was moderately busy today at Whitefish and as usual folks were lined up to get on Chair 1 which doesn't start loading until 9:30. I get on the chair with 3 twenty somethings who were amped up pretty good, but they were funny in the way of all wise ass kids who have yet to be ground into the dirt of life.
The ringleader was one of those guys who you can tell is a good skier by the way they move through the lift line. The three are cracking jokes and #1 cracks open a breakfast coffee/beer of some sort and passes it around to his buddies. "I always let someone else finish the can so I don't have to deal with the empty" he says with a loud burp. His friends tell him to fuck off and they all laugh.
Then one of them looks ahead and says "why is that chair ahead of us empty, it was packed down there"
"It's shameful is what it is" I finally spoke up. "We could have been up top 30 seconds sooner".
"Dude, it's because we were all waiting for someone else to go and it just went by us".
I said, "And you know what, it's like a life metaphor, for the rest of the day, the rest of your life maybe, you're going to be saying I could be up there instead of stuck here.
"Yeah that would suck, but when we drive home today there's going to be an accident 15 seconds ahead of us and now we're going to avoid it".
That answer made my whole day a little brighter, the fog came and went all day but I felt reassured that young men still think they are immortal.