And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
My family has lived in Colorado since 1961. I can proudly say that I never have gone skiing here. "Why?" you ask. I am not real comfortable on top of high places, and I would be pretty upset if I had a crash like that.
That guy had HUGE amount of luck - you can see him missing a rock outcrop by inches with his helmet. He could be another Michael Schumacher but he had Fortuna by his side...
Just because you survive an impact like that, sit up and wave does NOT mean you are uninjured. Adrenalin can mask a host of serious or even life threatening injuries.
I've had some serious injuries even in my 60's but always got up and laughed initially. Fainting from the pain a couple of minutes later when no one was watching doesn't undo that initial survival moment of joy. My wife was horrified the other day when a work colleague dropped me home but I said I'd dropped my car at a panel beater to get some rust removed. Habits die hard.
I grew up in Utah starting in the 1950s and into the 60s and 70s. I joke that we were issued skis in the 4th grade, and so many kids started skiing by the time they were 12 that it sort of seems true. The Junior High and High School both had ski clubs. Used skis with bindings were super easy to come by and boots were available at pawn shops and places like Goodwill. If the bindings weren’t placed to fit the boots, it was pretty easy to move them and redrill the holes. Mid-week lift tickets were still pretty reasonable and lots of HS kids would cut school and catch a ride to Solitude, Brighton, Sundance, and occasionally Alta or Snowbird. Park City was too long of a drive. I skied some, but I was never really any good and was more interested in spending money on musical instruments. I had lots of friends who were really into it, and a few of them broke legs and arms in some minor accidents. Nothing like this.
I was born in SoCal in the late 50s and I tried skiing in the San Gabriel Mtns when I was a teen. I quickly found out I could not handle going down a slope and gave it up. I did not like snow and cold. The beach was better.
The agony of defeat...
ReplyDeleteHe was never OK, he has always been an idiot…
ReplyDeleteMy family has lived in Colorado since 1961. I can proudly say that I never have gone skiing here. "Why?" you ask. I am not real comfortable on top of high places, and I would be pretty upset if I had a crash like that.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if all that spinning caused him to puke?
ReplyDeleteWell, it was the longest filmed cartwheel downhill in snow.
ReplyDeleteClip needs to have the Ventures playing "Wipe Out".
ReplyDeleteThat guy had HUGE amount of luck - you can see him missing a rock outcrop by inches with his helmet. He could be another Michael Schumacher but he had Fortuna by his side...
ReplyDeleteJust because you survive an impact like that, sit up and wave does NOT mean you are uninjured. Adrenalin can mask a host of serious or even life threatening injuries.
ReplyDeleteI've had some serious injuries even in my 60's but always got up and laughed initially. Fainting from the pain a couple of minutes later when no one was watching doesn't undo that initial survival moment of joy. My wife was horrified the other day when a work colleague dropped me home but I said I'd dropped my car at a panel beater to get some rust removed. Habits die hard.
DeleteBet he's still sore today.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Utah starting in the 1950s and into the 60s and 70s. I joke that we were issued skis in the 4th grade, and so many kids started skiing by the time they were 12 that it sort of seems true. The Junior High and High School both had ski clubs. Used skis with bindings were super easy to come by and boots were available at pawn shops and places like Goodwill. If the bindings weren’t placed to fit the boots, it was pretty easy to move them and redrill the holes. Mid-week lift tickets were still pretty reasonable and lots of HS kids would cut school and catch a ride to Solitude, Brighton, Sundance, and occasionally Alta or Snowbird. Park City was too long of a drive. I skied some, but I was never really any good and was more interested in spending money on musical instruments. I had lots of friends who were really into it, and a few of them broke legs and arms in some minor accidents. Nothing like this.
ReplyDeleteI was born in SoCal in the late 50s and I tried skiing in the San Gabriel Mtns when I was a teen. I quickly found out I could not handle going down a slope and gave it up. I did not like snow and cold. The beach was better.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he ever found his skis. - Nemo
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