To clarify, the unstoppable force in this instance was I (Rhodri). The immovable object was and still is a dead pine tree at the top of John Paul. It looked fairly straightforward, a nice steep drop through some fresh powder, shooting a couple of trees before joining the piste a little further on.
“This looks good” I recall saying to Nick before pointing myself downhill. To cut a long story short, I missed the gap and despite turning at the last second managed to hit the tree sideways on. (The board turned but I didn’t) Luckily my ribs and arse took the full brunt of the impact. It all became a bit confusing for a few seconds as I struggled to establish whether I was hurt, winded or properly damaged. Hurt and winded I realised after a few essential checks.
I think the impact was fairly significant. Phil claims to have heard the crash from about sixty meters away and the collision knocked quite a few branches off the once proud pine. You lose all dignity on such occasions, you can’t speak and you're gasping for breath, your crumpled body look like a crane fly that’s been through a Dyson and humiliatingly (in my case) I appeared to be dressed up as a small bonfire.
Anyway, I was able to carry on down the hill so I presume I’ve not broken anything. It aches like buggery though. Ultimately I decided my board was to blame, so it’s off to the shops tomorrow to buy a new one.
One snowboard, a tub of Tylenol and some Nurofen Gel please.
Maybe we’ll revisit the scene of the crime later in the week and take some pictures. Re-enact the piece for posterity.
Rhodri.
p.s. I think I'll get one of these. It's a Rome Anthem for those who know about these things.
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Whilst you are knackering yourself, I have sent off your xbox today
Does this mean you are now walking like an old man Roodi?!
Yeah 'Roodi', show us your limp (but not your perforated aris...)
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