I was testing an "experimental" set up about ten years ago, ( Asolo mountaineering boots in Emery Surf binders) at Snoqualime. I wasn't sure it was going to work out so I just hiked up about 100 yards and clipped in, I made one toe side, started a heel side and both feet popped straight out!
Now in my haste to try out my genius setup, I had neglected to put my super spiff hemptwine-and-bead leash back on so I was now chasing my moron missle down the run. I had run about 75 feet or when some 15y/o punk yells down from the lift " thats what leashes are for dumb@ss!"
As right as he was, I was a bit frustrated at this point, ( not to mention disappointed in my failed genius) sooo I turned, whilst running, at top speed, downhill, in the aforementioned boots, and gave him a heart felt NJ flipoff, forgetting that I was wearing mittens. I realize this faux-pas, and that it must have looked to him like a demented Muppet waving. This realization apparently used some of the brain cells that were previously devoted to maintaining my precarious rate of speed downhill, and the oft spoke of Asolo's met in mid stride. This immediatly led to an Olympic quality front layout ( Parkway salute still extended ) and about forty feet of "carving", on my face, Asolo's hanging in the "scorpion position" over my head.