What was your best"OH SHIT" moment?

I have many:

1) Thanksgiving mountain biking cause we had no snow, Caleb was hitting this drop into a little creek after much pesuation I decided to try it. I rolled up to the lip and popped up then this cresent shaped rock came out and digested m front tire for a second I was hovering there in endo thinking "oh shit I didn't want to get wet today" screwed up my shoulder and got real cold real fast (it was 30°).

2) Swinging at a ball thrown in to the air and ending up impacting with Calebs front tooth.

3) Biking down this hill and hitting this 2 foot man hole at speed denting and flating both wheels

4) Doing this 12 foot roller and laning on the up hill of the second bump that second when I landed there and the second I started going up I though oh sit 9 to flat this is gonna hurt i was probly going 20 mph hit hard skid into a cliff under two ropes filling my helment with snow

5) Hitting this one jump at speed back when i sucked, I landed in this crazy windblown snow landed and couldn't turn to shed speed at that point I said to myself "hold on Hold on' then " oh shit" and slid 25" into a nice rail.

6) Taking the last run of the day when it was slightly dark and compleat whiteout ending up on top of this 7 foot cliff on my side with one edge in then I lost it and flew down that looking back I though Oh shit I just fell off a click. the next time out I murdered that bitch though:D

Skiing along the top of Norm's nose on a midweek powderday two Aprils ago. There is noone else on the mountain.

I'm cruising along, sudently I'm ass over teakettle and landing on the top of the teakettle hard. I stop sliding, and feel an incredible need to vomit. As I roll over so as to not vomit on myself, I feel one of my skis start to slide away the leash having broken. I try to grab it but fail as the ski slips out of my grip while I continue to try to avoid vomiting. I wait for what feel like 10 minutes for my stomach to settle down. I can see the trail left behind by my ski. I start to walk down following it. The trail makes a smooth right hand curve and a horrid realization strikes me. The ski is now tracking straight for the top of the 15 foot embankment above the unloading zone of a lift. This realization is my biggest "oh, shit" momemnt. That ski would have been airborne at a high rate of speed as it passed through the unloading area. Only once have I felt as much relief (on skis) as when I found the ski in the last possible treewell above the unloading area.

That other occasion of relief was hearing an "I"m Ok", from DJSapp after he slid out of sight from me right above a fucking cliff.

Damit, bitch (DJSapp) if you ever scare me as badly as you did then again, I will kill you my fucking self.

"You're going to be a father"

I was at breck hitting a pretty big natural kicker with a couple of friends. We were taking pictures of each other.

One buddy was waiting behind me to go next, I was in que, and our other friend was behind the camera. I drop in to get my speed up, hit the kicker, and bam I'm at least 15 feet off the ground and a little grom snowlerblades into my LZ. I'm still in the air and I say OH SHIT. I will never forget the look on that kids face. I landed about 6' from where he stopped and proceeded to pick him up as I mach right into him.

Then his mom comes along all pissed off at us. I am already checking the kid out to make sure he is fine, I wasn't, i thought I killed him. She says wait right there, my husband is a..........doctor.

I thought she was going to say attorney/lawyer.

The dad came along and yelled at the kid. And apologized to us.

Watching my 3 yr old daughters shin bend over the top of her boot. Spiral fracture of the tibia.

when i lost my edge on the traverse at the top of Mont Fort (Verbier) on an icy day. went careening down on my ass about 100m or so, tagging a couple of rocks and breaking a piste marker pole in half along the way. no injuries except to my pride and a small base gash. good thing there were not many people on the piste that day! :)

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Originally posted by Aldo
Watching my 3 yr old daughters shin bend over the top of her boot. Spiral fracture of the tibia.

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Now that's an "Oh, shit". That sucks, man. Hope she's all better now - does she still ski?

i have 2 memorable OS moments:

1) this past summer i was getting ready for the 24 hours of Tahoe mtb race and was preriding the course at close to race speed. at one point there are some 2 foot jumps... nothing big, but just some jumps. i hit one waaaayy too fast (like 20-25 mph) and landed on my front wheel. that wasn't a big deal, but i was rolling along, hoping that my rear wheel will come down so i could shift my weight back, and of course some rock had to snag my front wheel. so over the handle bars i go, landing in a pile of boulders. needless to say, i was pretty facked up but luckily got away with a bunch of scrapes and only a severely sprained hand/wrist which i am still recovering from.

2) the other moment was the first time i tried doing a back flip on skis. my background is in ski racing, not jumps and especially not inverted. so anyhoo, friends spotted me on this one kicker and i hit it at some descent speed. i got about half way through my rotation and i just stalled out. so i literally fell out of the sky and landed on my head (pre helmet days) on nice Killington ice. got a minor concussion out of that one.

there were other moments, but those are 2 that stand out for now...

I was 15. My buddies and I were convinced the coolest thing to do was spin a 3 off of this 35 footer called Ice Goddess in Squaw. Well it being my first time trying to spin off a cliff an "Oh Shit!!" moment was bound to happen. The in run was really flat and nearly impossible to get any amount of speed in order to send it out far enough to spin. Well, being ignorant and 15 I tried a 3 anyways. But since I was going so slow as I tried to yank around the first 180 and my tips got caught on top of the cliff. They got hung up on the rock and I flipped over, falling of this cliff upside down, backwards and my face only about 4 feet from the rocks. The whole time, think, "oh shit, this is gonna suck." Luckily I didn't hit any of the rocks on the way down. But then like an ostrich I was head first up to my waist in pow. Another problem arose, no I'm gonna drown in the snow. "Oh shit." But thats what buddies are for and they came and dug me out. It all turned out fine and I was uninjured but I seriously thought I was going to break my neck and then suffocate.
The other time was in the X-games qualifier skier cross after a big fall, I came to from being blacked out and couldn't move my leg. I looked down and my thigh was bent in the most grotesque position. My knee almost at my face even though my hips were pointed in the exact opposite direction. My femur was in two pieces. The was a big, "Oh Shit".

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Originally posted by baseWeldr
I was in 8th grade, she was in 9th and her dad came home but we didn't hear him til the door opened...

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And he was a cop, just coming off a shift.

True story. :(

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Originally posted by phUnk
And he was a cop, just coming off a shift.

True story. :(

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and yet you've live to tell about it.....you know, when you comb your hair just right ppl can barely see that divot in your skull. ;)

There are so many

Hit a little jump in the woods at Stratton that a buddy had shown me the year before. it used to go over a little snowmobile track that workers used. Now it went over a plowed paved road to new condos. Didnt clear the gap.

Hauling ass at Okemo on groomer, flew off a cat track and realized at 10ft off the ground going 40 that my landing was a mogul field.

Got off the sublette quad at JH, skied on down toward Laramie bowl. Skied past a couple patrollers moving signs and whatnot. No one said a word to me. Got to Laramie bowl and it was untouched (actually closed as i later figured out) flew off flip point into the bowl, had one of the best pow runs ever. Got on the chair again and as i rode up i saw that the bowl had slid to the ground. Turns out Laramie was closed and the groomers were cutting the road and caused the slide.

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Originally posted by iceman
Now that's an "Oh, shit". That sucks, man. Hope she's all better now - does she still ski?

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100% healed, thanks mang. She was obviously a little skittish about it all summer, but now she's back. Already inviting her friends to come ski with her this year.

not sure, but probly when my dad told me my mom had cancer and made it sound like she was gonna die. that was a shitty day, but she did the treatments and is fine now.

Monday morning, sitting in a class with a collection of monkeys in training. New job day 1. Honc's first cubicle...Oh Sh*t.

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Originally posted by house
not sure, but probly when my dad told me my mom had cancer and made it sound like she was gonna die. that was a shitty day, but she did the treatments and is fine now.

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same shit i went through... that was a SERIOUS oh shit moment.

to go with stupidest thng on skis thread

Descending Anthabasca glacier in December-midnight-storm.

Then falling 60 feet head first into a crevasse.

It was loads of fun.

At the Tahoe-summit maggot party at the bar that was rented out: Finding out watersnowdirt was lph's little sister and that he didn't appreciate me "appreciating" her quite so much. He put his hand on my shoulder and I said :eek:!

A couple come to mind:

12 years old and reckless, I go mach 1 for the 300th time over a roller that puts about 3-4 feet of air under me for about 50 feet. Too bad some Mommy and her kid are standing on the downslope admiring the view while my ski tips are pointed at the kids throat. I sketched my skis off to the side and the kids head whizzes underneath my left knee by about 2". I spun out on landing on the ice and the kid fell back on his ass but all were OK. I'll never forget the look of terror on his face! :eek: Yikes

couple of years ago, early season at Big White, me and buddy ski some wicked virgin snow off the unopened Powder chair. We're running a cat track through the forest to get back to the lift. I'm ahead and maching it down the trail with my mind on the gotten pow. I sort of remember hearing this weird noise getting louder but just spaced it due to my preoccupation with how good life felt. I'm turning around a little bend and finally zone into the building noise of the sled. I guess he figures the area's closed so he's letting 'er rip. I finally shake off the daze and look up from my tuck. Dude is about 0.6 secs from hitting me head on with a closing speed of about 80mph! :eek: Luckily our reaction times were in the 0.5 second range and I was already on my edge. Missed me by that much!!

Carrying a lot of speed off a drop off that I had hit a hundred times, catch some air, and spot two people in my landing. OHHH SHHIIITTT! I manage to land in the six inch strip between the two of them and keep on truckin out of site.

This one is easy. Alta, last year, mid-season. Was cruising my way down the mountain havin' a blast, thinkin' to myself "I'm a fuckin' badass, I'll tame her" I stop to chat w/ a patroller and misunderstood something that he said, and found myself in a "oh shit" poop your pants kind of place. But before I realize it, I go deeper into the dragon. Next thing I find myself in rocks, tree stumps/roots, etc. looking over a nervous drop. I regain composure under loose bowels and skip/slide some rocks to safe ground. That was close. My bro almost had the same kind of moment the same trip but instead did a panic lay down as soon as he realized he had just gone under one of the hanging ropes - funny shit to watch from behind. Alta can be humbling comin' from Cali where lines are more visible (or I just know them better).

First time in ballroom at Alta, second day skiing there, I got into the groove quickly and decided to kick it up a notch and started arcing some super G turns in Tombstone. Left ski goes under & I pitch forward, then my right ski pops off.

OHHHH SHIT!

I jettison my poles, grab my knees, tuck my head in and decide to ride it out.

You know Sonic the Hedgehog's "Sonic Attack?"

That's the best way I can describe my bouncing tumble backwards. All I could see was alternating blue and white between my legs while wondering when the spinning was gonna STOP?!

I have no idea why I tucked into a ball, it just felt natural. :rolleyes:

Teaching my wife to ski!

Actually while I joke about it, my Oh-shit moment happened about 5 years ago while working with her. My wife (then fiancee) and I were working her technique on a mild blue run. I was about 15 yards or so behind her, we were staying to the left, and out of everyones way. Some punk comes from behind us at mach whatever, tries to dive between us and knocks here on her ass and she slides toward the trees (no helmet). One ski comes off and the other snags a tree. Fortunately I had here DIN low enough that her knee didn't tweak. I have had plenty of rough tumbles, on tough terrain and been pretty banged up; but watching her in a helpless state scared the shit out of me more than any fall I have ever taken.

I was riding my bike to dinner two years ago and rode it on inside to Roberts Hall, where the dining hall is. (Gonzo will know the staircase) Unfortunately the dining hall is down two flights of marble stairs.

So I'm standing at the top of this stair case, the kind where it turns 180 degrees in the middle of the landing and goes the rest of the way down(like a squared off U), and someone suggests that I ride my bike down.

Sure, I think, I can do this, I've ridden down big staircases before, and the landing looks big enough for me to stop, hop around, and go down the final portion. Nevermind that I have never stopped and hopped around. After no one else sacks up, I decide why the hell not.

Well I forgot to say it was snowing outside, and marble is really slippery when its wet. I push off and get a few steps from the middle landing and feather the front break a tad, because I'm just about to get on the landing and I better slow down fast if I dont want to go into the brick wall. Unfortunately the coeff of friction between wet marble and wet rubber is very slight, and the XTR front brake proved too powerful. About 3 steps from the flat part I go over the front wheel and headfirst the wall at the other side of the landing. I mean I fucking lawndarted that wall. Crumbled hard and of course the bike flew over me, hit the wall above me, and landed on top of me.

Behind and above me I hear the HOLY SHIT from the peanut gallery. Dude, are you okay? Uh...I think so, do I look ok? My face is bleeding but nose doesnt feel broken and teeth dont feel loose. Knee hurts like a mofo(yippee, I've also got a 2k erg test tomorrow) and my back is bleeding where the cassette or pedal dug into me when it came down. The walls are caked in wet dirty snow from the bike flying by.

I get up and look around, bike is ok, I'm ok. I look at the landing, and the damn thing is only about 7 feet wide, not much longer than my bike. How I expected to go from full on to a stop in 7 feet....I dont know.


No one actually expected me to do it, but when I said I would they didnt want to miss the chance to see me mess myself up. Thanks guys.




Oh yeah, I usually have one of these oh shit moments about every week.