Yes, i live in the alps, yes i'm a good skier, and yet i'm not able to show off with a good ski fall... i have to do it the embarrassing way!
I'm off this week and with my hubby we thought "best sun, good snow, let's go out every day... you mean a week in a row ?!" Oh my god never had time to do that before, i was very excited.
1st day in Tignes, brilliant... 2nd day in Les arcs (I know we are spoiled), very nice until.... we followed some people on a "off piste" track, i mean really not on the piste, but not a real off piste exciting track.
Well, not looked after, bad and mean little track with grass and gravel, we passed the wet grass without problem and a bit further a big black thing which i thought was grass again (in the shade, with my sun glasses, bla bla bla....)but which obsiously was gravel....... so my skis stayed on top of the stone and my body flew patheticly further in the superman position.
Thanks god my husband didn't see me if not he would be still laughing !
Still i did injured myself, the shoulder. I can move my foreharm very well so go back skiing tomorrow, but it does hurt when i move my harm, so very silly position to shake hands... so more skiing and less meeting people !
Well to make me feel a bit better i'd love share your embarrassing ski fall stories if you've got some !
Come on tell me .....
Embarrassing stories of ski fall
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Started by Snowgirl in Ski Chatter 01-Feb-2007 - 3 Replies
Snowgirl posted Feb-2007
Trencher
reply to 'Embarrassing stories of ski fall' posted Feb-2007
Sure you were not behind one of these guys....
http://www.rockboarding.com/index1.htm
click on skiing, menu on left.
Shoulders are the most complex joint to hurt, hope it gets better.
Trencher
http://www.rockboarding.com/index1.htm
click on skiing, menu on left.
Shoulders are the most complex joint to hurt, hope it gets better.
Trencher
because I'm so inclined .....
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Pavelski
reply to 'Embarrassing stories of ski fall' posted Feb-2007
Snowgirl do I have one for you!
This one is really embarrassing! Readers under 18 must not read on!
I also promised many years ago NOT to tell but your story just caused a fload of memories.
Here it goes. Are you sure you are 18 and over!!!!
Every year my sons and a few "boys" get together to ski like gypsies. You know, no set plans no set ski hill, just follow the wind, snow and where the best Spring parties are.
One week of sheer delight! Of course when you get boys together there is a "chemistry" in which everything becomes more than if you were alone. It becomes worst when you have great skiers with some from national teams (I can not tell which country ) !
All week it was great skiing and even better after skiing. On the last day we came across a ski center that was " a buzz"! You could feel the energy as "beach music was playing, skiers dressed in all forms of strange dress. It was ski carnavel time!
We only join the social crowds after a serious day of skiing so off we go to the very top.
We find a steep quiet run that seems to be forgotten by all the skier. Snow is perfect, and 10 male skiers trash the run with all forms of jumps, turns and sheer fall line skiing!
As I ski down I hear a voice, "look look girls". I was too much into my ski bubble to get the rest of the story.
Well at bottom I get the full story from my breathless son. Seems some girls ( 15 in all we discovered later) had hidden in the woods ( for some serious tanning) just beside our run and when they saw us, they decided to distract us while we skied in order to see if we would fall!
You see they were sunning a la St. Tropez and as we pasted them they came out of the woods in full glory. Of course two of the younger skiers fell!
A group conference was called at the bottom of the run!
Our honor was at stake. We had to show these girls that we were "above" all this! Several options were put forward! Then the most outrageous option was proposed by a very straight, quiet, family man who is now a well know public figure!
Here is my very very most embarrassing moment!
At the top of the ski run. We all stripped! One of the skiers took all out ski wear and stuffed all articles into a ski bag! He would meet us at the bottom just before the crowds!
Well we skied like we never skied. As we approached the "hidden tribe of amazons" we skied even faster ( our honor was at stake) and did some moves that I never knew we could do. My son took off a mogul, did a spread eagle and landed two moguls down. Others placed the bar higher with "moves" that have no names. Where is Warren Miller when you need him!
There was initial silence from the woods, then whistles, encouraging yelling,
clapping, then finally bra waving!
In a flash we had pasted our "girls". Now we were near the bottom. We could hear the Reggea music, the smell from the BBQ was getting stronger , yet we could not find our "fellow skier" with all our ski wear ( T shirts and shorts).
What to do!
He had stopped at the very center of the crowd near the beer stands and was waiting for us. The devil!!!!
Slowly he took out our shirts and T shirts and placed them on trees branches! Slowly the crowd realized what was happening. They looked up and saw some skiers far off near the crest of the run, then they saw the shorts! The wide grin from our "fellow skier" told them all they wanted to know!
Well when you are stuck,,,make the best of it! We would not come down with our heads low!
You see there was a small pond at the bottom and there was a slight take off lip. You guessed it! One by one we came down faster than the last one. Took the lip and did a "spectacular" splash into the pond! After each splash more yells and claps.
Being the elder, I was last. I realized this was a mistake since all eyes were on the lone skier too far to see well his "attributes" yet close enough to "feel" his hesitation.
The more I waited the more impatient the crowd became. Hoping that there was no one from my city in the crowd I took off. The water seemed so far away! By this time the lip was a giant groove and my most spectacular 360 turned into a body spin with both skis releasing in the heavy snow!
The landing was even more horrendous, with a full stomach ( and other parts) landing!
The cold water dulled the pain and the numerous free beers I got in the next two hours helped me "swallow" my pride!
To this day when I give a conference, a member of the audience with a grin on his face will come forward , at the end of the presentation and ask, "did you ever ski XYZ in the Spring of 19XX?" You see no one saw my face since they were more interested in my "fall"
Me,,,,I don"t even ski !!!! I answer!
If ever you meet me with my sons or wife, NEVER mention this incident Snowgirl!
This one is really embarrassing! Readers under 18 must not read on!
I also promised many years ago NOT to tell but your story just caused a fload of memories.
Here it goes. Are you sure you are 18 and over!!!!
Every year my sons and a few "boys" get together to ski like gypsies. You know, no set plans no set ski hill, just follow the wind, snow and where the best Spring parties are.
One week of sheer delight! Of course when you get boys together there is a "chemistry" in which everything becomes more than if you were alone. It becomes worst when you have great skiers with some from national teams (I can not tell which country ) !
All week it was great skiing and even better after skiing. On the last day we came across a ski center that was " a buzz"! You could feel the energy as "beach music was playing, skiers dressed in all forms of strange dress. It was ski carnavel time!
We only join the social crowds after a serious day of skiing so off we go to the very top.
We find a steep quiet run that seems to be forgotten by all the skier. Snow is perfect, and 10 male skiers trash the run with all forms of jumps, turns and sheer fall line skiing!
As I ski down I hear a voice, "look look girls". I was too much into my ski bubble to get the rest of the story.
Well at bottom I get the full story from my breathless son. Seems some girls ( 15 in all we discovered later) had hidden in the woods ( for some serious tanning) just beside our run and when they saw us, they decided to distract us while we skied in order to see if we would fall!
You see they were sunning a la St. Tropez and as we pasted them they came out of the woods in full glory. Of course two of the younger skiers fell!
A group conference was called at the bottom of the run!
Our honor was at stake. We had to show these girls that we were "above" all this! Several options were put forward! Then the most outrageous option was proposed by a very straight, quiet, family man who is now a well know public figure!
Here is my very very most embarrassing moment!
At the top of the ski run. We all stripped! One of the skiers took all out ski wear and stuffed all articles into a ski bag! He would meet us at the bottom just before the crowds!
Well we skied like we never skied. As we approached the "hidden tribe of amazons" we skied even faster ( our honor was at stake) and did some moves that I never knew we could do. My son took off a mogul, did a spread eagle and landed two moguls down. Others placed the bar higher with "moves" that have no names. Where is Warren Miller when you need him!
There was initial silence from the woods, then whistles, encouraging yelling,
clapping, then finally bra waving!
In a flash we had pasted our "girls". Now we were near the bottom. We could hear the Reggea music, the smell from the BBQ was getting stronger , yet we could not find our "fellow skier" with all our ski wear ( T shirts and shorts).
What to do!
He had stopped at the very center of the crowd near the beer stands and was waiting for us. The devil!!!!
Slowly he took out our shirts and T shirts and placed them on trees branches! Slowly the crowd realized what was happening. They looked up and saw some skiers far off near the crest of the run, then they saw the shorts! The wide grin from our "fellow skier" told them all they wanted to know!
Well when you are stuck,,,make the best of it! We would not come down with our heads low!
You see there was a small pond at the bottom and there was a slight take off lip. You guessed it! One by one we came down faster than the last one. Took the lip and did a "spectacular" splash into the pond! After each splash more yells and claps.
Being the elder, I was last. I realized this was a mistake since all eyes were on the lone skier too far to see well his "attributes" yet close enough to "feel" his hesitation.
The more I waited the more impatient the crowd became. Hoping that there was no one from my city in the crowd I took off. The water seemed so far away! By this time the lip was a giant groove and my most spectacular 360 turned into a body spin with both skis releasing in the heavy snow!
The landing was even more horrendous, with a full stomach ( and other parts) landing!
The cold water dulled the pain and the numerous free beers I got in the next two hours helped me "swallow" my pride!
To this day when I give a conference, a member of the audience with a grin on his face will come forward , at the end of the presentation and ask, "did you ever ski XYZ in the Spring of 19XX?" You see no one saw my face since they were more interested in my "fall"
Me,,,,I don"t even ski !!!! I answer!
If ever you meet me with my sons or wife, NEVER mention this incident Snowgirl!
Snowgirl
reply to 'Embarrassing stories of ski fall' posted Feb-2007
Thanks Trencher, it does make me feel worst knowing that actually people CAN ski on gravels !!!! And do it on purpose.... I obviously hadn't the right equipement !
Thanks Pavelski, it does make me feel less embarrassed now ! Promise, i'll keep your secret !
Cheers guys.
Thanks Pavelski, it does make me feel less embarrassed now ! Promise, i'll keep your secret !
Cheers guys.
Topic last updated on 03-February-2007 at 12:40