What was your best"OH SHIT" moment?

Skiing some thick siera cement when suddenly i saw a snowboarder wildly out of control barreling towards me. The only thing i had time to do was yell. A minute later i woke up. Goggles were shattered, helmet cracked, both poles snapped clean in half, toepiece ripped off my binding, 3 buckles missing on my boots, and gapping cut in my leg from his edge. After groaning and trying to answer people asking if i was alright, I saw the boarder next to me was pretty messed up. He broke his collar bone. Funny part was, it was one of my good friends from school. Wierd how we "ran into" eachother.

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soooooooo disapointing without the next frame.

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Originally posted by iceman
soooooooo disapointing without the next frame.

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fine.

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hahaha, thanks base.

I've had a bunch of "oh, shit!" moments, but one that stands out is from when I was twelve, riding my bike home. I was late for dinner and I was booking it. I cut a corner tight and came upon a gray Porsche 911 doing the same thing the other direction. I still remember that windshield coming.

Guy hit-and-runned (hit-and-ran?) me. When I woke up, screaming, I had a broken jaw, broken nose, broken arm, four broken ribs and I was cut to shit and lost a lot of blood.

Bastard left a twelve-year-old kid in the road to die, may he rot in hell.

Porsche 911? You sure it wasn't your wife sent back through time to try to radically alter the course of her life?

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Porsche 911? You sure it wasn't your wife sent back through time to try to radically alter the course of her life?

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Sarah Conner?

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Sarah Conner?

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COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE

STICKY RAILS, thats all I have to say. And, no, I didn't get nutted.

iceman: that reminds me of a time when I was 7. I went to turn the corner. Car was in turning the corner too, but was lazy and on the wrong side of the road and didn't stop at the stop sign. Bastards in cars. I was able to walk home though. It took weeks for the skin on my knees, elbows, hands, and other body parts to grow back.

I Was at the US Extremes in Crested Butte 2 years ago, pre-running the venue the day before the first day of competition. I was skiing with my friends in slot rocks. I flashed a sketchy line, and I had to stairstep some drops, well on one of them my ski pre-released on landing and I began the nastiest fall of my life. The line was 50degrees+, and I was in a backward tumble inverting in the air ragdolling off of cliffs and trees. I tomahawked a good 150 feet before I slammed into a tree about 8 feet off the ground...luckily it stopped me from doing another 25 foot cliff. I laid there in pain, and I could hear the shrieking from my friend Alison who was convinced I had died, and was crying hysterically.
jacked my knee and hip really badly hitting the tree, and all sorts of abrasions. When ski patrol got there, they had to rope down a sled and belay me off the cliff, it took them about 2 hours. Went to the hospital, not broken bones, but I was put on crutches.

This was the first fall Id ever had where death was a fairly good possibility. I've looked at those lines at Crested Butte differently ever since.

Blurred- yikes. I hope that never happens to me. :eek: :eek:

I used to ride racehorses. I was breezing a 3 year old colt, who was full of himself (and full of hormones). He ran fine, but when I was trotting him down the track for his cooldown, a group of fillies ran by and he started strutting his stuff and trying to grab the bit and run. I was doing a pretty good job keeping the bit out of his teeth and keeping him at a nervous trot, when he decided he had had enough, and reared straight up... I threw my weight forward, but he was up so high that I felt myself slowly falling over backwards as he lost his balance, with 1,500 pounds of racehorse coming down right on top of me. OH, SHIT. :eek: That sent the track ambulance in motion... I got out of that with only a mild concussion and a bunch of bruises, but that HURT. :(

Scary, did you send him to Alpo?


Ever hear of a guy named Brett Pierce? I met him in high school, talk about cocky and small, funny as shit though. We used to make a killing at the track when he raced, he'd always let us know what was going on. Too bad he was such a meth head.:(

Fackin' horses scare the shit out of me. My wife and daughter ride 'em. I hope to god it turns out all right.

It's bad enough skiing sketchy terrain, but at least the terrain isn't actively thinking about how to get rid of you.

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It's bad enough skiing sketchy terrain, but at least the terrain isn't actively thinking about how to get rid of you.

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Does the Wife have a life insurance policy on you?

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Fackin' horses scare the shit out of me. My wife and daughter ride 'em. I hope to god it turns out all right.

It's bad enough skiing sketchy terrain, but at least the terrain isn't actively thinking about how to get rid of you.

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Heh, many years ago I went to Mackinaw Island with an ex-girlfriend. We decided it'd be cool to rent a couple horses and go for a ride. My horse must have sensed my extreme masculinity and behaved properly, hers was quite a different story.

About two miles into the ride her horse decided he didn't want her on anymore. First he started rubbing his left hand side on a tree, she narrowly avoided that one by swinging her leg over. Once that didn't work he headed over to a pine tree that had the limbs trimmed high enough for him to duck his head under. My ex caught the limbs directly in the face and tumbled off.

Once she was off he was happy to let her lead him by the reigns back to the rental place. My laughing as he tried to rub her off and the successful removal didn't lead to a good rest of the vacation...

BobMc

two seasons ago, kicking horse. 40cm...overnight.

a photographer "friend" had pointed out a cliff to me during one of the many dry spells that hits kicking horse annually and tried to get me to hit it. using my powers of reasoning and deduction i decided that hitting the cliff on a south facing slope after a prolonged cycle of melt freeze was probably against my best interest. then the day came...

instead of taking a warm up run and looking at the cliff before hitting it i decided to "give'r shit" and bomb into it going about three or four notches too fast. As I rocketed of off the diving board i realized that i was still gaining height as i overshot the miniscule transition. the heartwrenching descent took a few seconds, enough time for me to pucker my sphincter and think "oh my fuck is this ever a flat landing". i hit the snow. hard. my binding which was set at 14 flew off and landed well out of site. on impact my knees were driven directly into my transciever which was strategically placed on my sternum. fracture. ouch.

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i'll see if i can find the vid.

Mine has to be following through on a dare to lay down on the middle of the runway one night on Whidbey Island, thrashing on the asphalt in the wake of jet thrust as Navy carrier pilots practiced the ol' touch-and-go a few feet overhead.

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Scary, did you send him to Alpo?


Ever hear of a guy named Brett Pierce? I met him in high school, talk about cocky and small, funny as shit though. We used to make a killing at the track when he raced, he'd always let us know what was going on. Too bad he was such a meth head.:(

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heheh- no, he was a 2 million dollar racehorse who definitely did not belong to me. I think they'd just as soon have sent ME to alpo before him. ;)

I've never heard of Brett Pierce- what track did he ride at? I used to ride at Canterbury Park in Minnesota and at Mosgiel in NZ. I knew a lot of jocks who were on some sort of drug- usually crack, that's how they stayed small. Or they were anorexic- the ones who were born that small were just damn lucky. I'm much too big to ride in the U.S. now, I was just tiny in high school.

Iceman, I've been riding my whole life (22 years), and that's probably the worst injury I've ever sustained on a horse. Then again, I once acquired an elite-level dressage show horse for almost nothing because his owner fell off (nothing major, just lost her balance over a jump), cracked her head on a fence and died. It can definitely be risky- they say in racing, it's not if you're going to get hurt, it's when and how badly. but, I think if you're just doing pleasure riding, and you have a nice, calm, older horse, and you wear a riding helmet and have accident insurance, chances are pretty good you'll be fine. That's cool of you to still let your wife and daughter ride even though you're sketchy about it. I had a friend growing up whose parents made her sell her horses and quit showing after the Christopher Reeve incident. I guess it's like skiing- some people are willing to take the risks, others aren't. For me, it's been rewarding. :)

Lots come to mind, one's still pretty fuzzy. I was racing our local town downhill series three years ago and had a pretty bad wreck. I don't have a lot of recollection of the crash, but from what I've been told, I was carrying too much speed into a big cross-hill right, and was pushed too low on the set up for the next gate, I hit a compression trying to line myself up for a hard left and went airborne, going backwards in the next set of panels. I hit the uphill side with my back and head knocking me out and then went through the A and B fence set up getting tangeled up pretty good, I woke up with a good deal of blood in my mouth and people yelling at me, not really knowing where I was.
I ended up breaking my tailbone, 5 ribs, my left wrist and a couple of fingers. I had deep-tissue bruising from the middle of my back down to the start of my thighs and couldn't sit for a long time. I also knocked a few teeth loose. My own hand was the instrument to smack up my face, it looked like someone kicked the hell out of me in a bar fight, broken hand and a bruised face, unfortunatelly it was me landing on my hand that did it.
I fractured a carrera fireball helmet, bent both skis and don't remember the whole wreck, or the remainder of the day after that.

Speed doesn't kill, it's gravity.

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hahaha, thanks base.

Guy hit-and-runned (hit-and-ran?) me. When I woke up, screaming, I had a broken jaw, broken nose, broken arm, four broken ribs and I was cut to shit and lost a lot of blood.

Bastard left a twelve-year-old kid in the road to die, may he rot in hell.

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Ice- that is soooo fucked up. His karma was immediately depleted, if he had any to begin with....

I think I have had so many "Oh Shit" moments in my life, it has become sort of a relative concept. One of the most memorable happened when I was coaching a freeskiing program in Jackson. I had six, 8 year old ripper girls who loved to huck. Their parents were never privy to what our lesson plans consisted of, but most days we would end up in the park, or the girls' favorite place, Lower Toilet Bowl. One girl in particular, Karen, had an overly protective father who didn't seem to trust me much (maybe it was the stale alcohol that he always smelled seeping otu of my pores every Saturday morning?)

One Saturday, just like any ordinary day, we had ventured into Toilet Bowl to hit up a little 5 foot drop I had scoped for the girls. Everyone goes off without a problem....then comes Karen, crazy-no-limits-no-appreciation-for-consequence-Karen...She straightlines into the drop, flies about 7 feet into the air throwing the most impressive spread eagle I have ever seen till she hits the ground like a plane landing without it's struts. She double ejects and face plants, body bouncing limp across the snow. T

There is no movement and I distinctly remember the words'"OH SHIT" slowly leaving my lips. I click out of my gear and run as fast as I can the 10 feet or so up hill to where the carnage had occurred. She still isn't moving and all that I can think is that I killed one...I killed someone else's child. Just as I get to her, I see that she is sort of shaking and she is starting to wiggle her face out of the snow. The face plate of her little pink helmet is packed with snow and her goggles are around her chin. She is lauging so hard that she can't pick herself up off of the ground. After making sure she was ok (which is no easy task because she literally can't stop laughing), I pick her up and brush her off. That is when I start laughing and made her swear that she would NEVER tell her dad about this little incident.

When the doc told me your dad has 2 months to 2 years to live. It ended up being 6 weeks.

Before I even hit the ground after tearing the shit out of my knee.

Climbed Crestone Needle a few years back. There were 3 of us and we moved way too slow. Storm came in and we spent the night on a 3' ledge at 14k. Anyhoo, summited in the morning, started going down, got around to the shoulder and turned too soon into a gully. We thought this must be the way, so I rapped first. Good 40-50 foot rap, and then ~60 degree slope under that. I was fatigued and stupid and held onto the ATC backward and almost went for a long ride that probably would have ended up in the latest edition of Accidents in Mountaineering. I literally started to put my weight on it when my 2 friend grabbed me. That got the ol heart pumpin...

Playing football with friends, I was running back and busted though the middle. People tried to tackle me and I eventually had about 4 on me and just kept trudging on and then the pile fell forward. My face went into the ground and my forehead caught and al that momentum rolled up onto my neck. It popped alot, hurt real bad and then I couldn't feel my legs at all. Feeling came back in about 30 seconds and I was fine, but during that time I probably said 'oh shit' al least 100 times to myself.

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Yeppers.

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i got another buddy whose mom walked in on him 69ing a chick. she was sitting on his face and his mom got the frameable grundle/balls/suprised girl's face angle.

good stuff :)

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Too funny:D

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IPSOTCPPS.

I Prefer Sleeping On The Couch Post Preservation Service

Best day of my life.

Besides, the cat's made ths spare bed all hairy.

When I was 15 ,a car ran me off the road & I hit a sewer culvert with my front bikes tire.Oh Shit as I Supermaned about 25' & then ground off most of my skin on the pavement.

My Dad had a construction yard that was patrolled by guard dogs.I was one of the people that took care of them.A brand new dog freaked out one day & attacked one of the other handlers & myself.Had to beat him silly with a 3' piece of pipe I always carried.Not before he mangled my ankle & this other guys thigh.

When I was 18, I was riding my new motorcycle through a buddy's neighborhood that had a gravel road.Without looking a woman backed out of her driveway right in front me.It was either lay it down or crash into the car,I instictively layed it down. The OH SHIT was when I had to take a brush to my hamburgered flesh to get the gravel out!

A couple of years later at a party at my house a friend of mine took off on the motorcycle driving drunk @ 3 AM.He crashed into a mail box with his face(Without helmet he would've died).We heard the crash & when we found him he had blood streaming down his face & the muffler had burned his shoe & sock onto his foot.He had some plastic surgury,broken ribs & punctured lung.

When my Martial arts instructor in a flurry of kicks & punches,broke & dislocated my ring finger.I tried to say oh shit,but before it got out,he decked me.

Over shot a landing at the Basin on the east wall & double ejected into a 5 flip starfishfull on yard sale.My two buddies about had to change their pants after laughing so hard.

Got caught in a slow but powerful wet slide on Cadillac,almost got flushed off a cliff.

Skiing Headrush trees past the Rockpile,didn't see a camoflaged branch pointing at my face until the last second.Went down to avoid it & wiped out under the snow while heading for a tree.Caught it on my thigh,thought I broke my leg.Couldn't stand up for 15 mins or so.Had an enormous contusion, but was alright.

Got caught in a slide at ALta & got flushed into some trees head first.Just got my feet around in time to take the impact.