Few years back on the last day of the year at GP, we had a Chinese downhill. It was low light, foggy, with a drizzle but no matter the weather our crew always skied the last day of the year. There was maybe 10 people skiing that morning, our crew was 6 of them. There were only 2 ways down the hill, one of the ways had a very narrow goat path to get to a bigger section of the trail. Physics being what it is I knew I would win so I let some guys go ahead, it was a green circle trail. We were 4 wide going around a turn and I was on the outside gaining speed bigly. As we made the turn, I on the outside, I ran out of snow! Holy fuck, I knew I was going to crash. The had those orange lollypops marking the side of the trail, my body took those things out as if they were dandelions and a mowing day. Lost my hat, goggles, both skis, and one pole. Mud all over my gortex. We laughed our asses off. #14 says I need tearoffs now when I ski.
Good times