You know that feeling you get when you are straight-line rocking at mach 3, and your binding decides it doesn't want to be a binding anymore, shattering all over half the mountain?
I do.
Not fun. According to my buddies behind me it was an awesome looking wipeout. That just kept going. And going.
Fastest I've ever gone on the alpine board. I'm just glad all my bones are still straight... Lucky.
New bindings on the way.
I'm glad snow is soft.

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