Ok.......here's another one. I apologize upfront, it's a little longwinded to set up the plot~
This is totally on me..nobody else involved. Carving back East at Cannon Mtn. in NH This was years ago....... I was on an Volant 168?, which had a lot of pop. So literally on the last run of the last lift of the day as I was hauling ass back down to the lodge on a progressively narrow trail I hooked a much tighter than usual heelside turn and when almost out of the turn the board released all that extra energy, which I wasn't ready for and launched me sideways....towards the woods.......sliding on my back....head first......at Mach I!
So not only are there a ton of trees that line the trail....there's was also an old length of steel water main that runs parallel to the trail - this pipe was 1 ft+ in diameter that ran for 100 yards or more (this was a leftover from the early years of snowmaking) and this length of pipe is no more than 14 inches off the ground!
Ok....back to the story.....I'm rocketing towards the woods headfirst, on my back, at Mach I, can't see whats coming but I know I'm headed towards the trees and that length of Pipe!............. and I know this ain't gonna be good! .......Did I Mention I'm Not Wearing A Helmet!!
I can feel getting shot off the trail, flying out of control towards sudden death and am expecting some ungodly impact...........and then, all of a sudden I stop very abruptly... like something just grabbed me!!!
I expect to feel some ungodly pain.....but nothing, so I look up and my body is totally underneath the water pipe and I am on the other side of the pipe and my board is wedged up flat against the farside/trailside of the pipe! So I'm sitting there realizing I'm one lucky mofo! and at the ridiculous odds of my body shooting under the 14 inches of clearance of the pipe and it was my board smacking up against the pipe that stopped me!!! At this point blood starts trickling down my face.................ok that's not good!...............so I apply pressure with one hand, reach over the pipe to release my toe bails and crawl out from under the pipe. I stand up....still in utter belief..........I mean I couldn't have aimed any better even if I Had seen what was coming while I was flying through the air!!
So I crawl out of the woods get back on my board and head down to ski patrol. Now if you know anything about head/scalp wounds, you know they bleed... a lot! So by the time I walk into ski patrol at the base lodge it's after closing and no other guests are around and I'm covered in blood and look like I escaped from a Friday the 13th Jason movie!! I walk in the Patrol shack door and the 3 or 4 patrolers just freeze....... I think I say something like...Uh, I think I got a prob....and before I can get the whole sentence out they all pounce on me and wrestle me onto a examination table!
Turns out when my whole body shot under the 1ft. diameter pipe that was 14 inches off the ground my head skimmed the bottom of the pipe and i got a perfectly straight 5 inch superficial scalp laceration that took 20? or 30? stitches!
When I told the Patrolers what happened (while they were dressing my wound for the trip to the ER) they couldn't believe it!...... but were adamant that Not wearing a Helmet that day saved my life because the extra girth/height of a helmet would not of cleared that pipe and that would have been, Snap! Game Over For Me!! So if a cat's got nine lives, this cat definitely lost one that day!!