When it's not your time to die

Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at
half-term, with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out)
did her cruciate ligaments in one knee.

Anyway, she was very high up at Les Arcs, and for some reason the
ski-doo blood wagon couldn't get to her, or there wasn't one available
anyway, so she was loaded into the old-fashioned stretcher with one
rescue bod fore and one aft. You know the things.

And off they set. "All you can see is sky," she said "because you're
strapped in."

And then there was a loud *CRACK*. That was one of the handles breaking
off, that was. And off went the stretcher, with nobody holding it, and
her still strapped in.

It didn't slide. It rolled. Snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky and by
the grace of God she still had her helmet and goggles on as her face was
being mashed into the snow on every revolution.

It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."




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On 11/03/2010 19:53, The Older Gentleman wrote:


It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."





Now & again you get a break, i had one the other week with the
windscreen episode

On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:53:33 +0000, The Older Gentleman squeezed out
the following:

Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at
half-term, with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out)
did her cruciate ligaments in one knee.

Anyway, she was very high up at Les Arcs, and for some reason the
ski-doo blood wagon couldn't get to her, or there wasn't one available
anyway, so she was loaded into the old-fashioned stretcher with one
rescue bod fore and one aft. You know the things.

And off they set. "All you can see is sky," she said "because you're
strapped in."

And then there was a loud *CRACK*. That was one of the handles breaking
off, that was. And off went the stretcher, with nobody holding it, and
her still strapped in.

It didn't slide. It rolled. Snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky and by
the grace of God she still had her helmet and goggles on as her face was
being mashed into the snow on every revolution.

It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."

Bloody hell.

I'm surprised one handle breaking meant losing the whole thing.


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Colin Irvine

On Mar 11, 8:06*pm, Colin Irvine wrote:
On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:53:33 +0000, The Older Gentleman squeezed out
the following:

It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did.

Bloody hell.

I'm surprised one handle breaking meant losing the whole thing.

I thought he did bloody well, it's damn slippery out there. [1]

Paul.

[1] Well, you started it with wheeling out the old joke
punchlines ... [2]
[2] For bonus points, name that joke.

On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:53:33 +0000,
(The Older Gentleman) wrote:

Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at
half-term, with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out)
did her cruciate ligaments in one knee.

Anyway, she was very high up at Les Arcs, and for some reason the
ski-doo blood wagon couldn't get to her, or there wasn't one available
anyway, so she was loaded into the old-fashioned stretcher with one
rescue bod fore and one aft. You know the things.

And off they set. "All you can see is sky," she said "because you're
strapped in."

And then there was a loud *CRACK*. That was one of the handles breaking
off, that was. And off went the stretcher, with nobody holding it, and
her still strapped in.

It didn't slide. It rolled. Snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky-snow-sky and by
the grace of God she still had her helmet and goggles on as her face was
being mashed into the snow on every revolution.

It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."

Good god. Never heard a story like that before.
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neal at champ dot org dot uk

On Mar 11, 11:53*am, (The Older
Gentleman) wrote:
Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at
half-term, with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out)
did her cruciate ligaments in one knee....
It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice.

The Fickle Finger of Fate. And if the bitch is fickle enough, just as
the lady walks out of the hospital, she gets run over by a lunatic
cager.

On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 12:13:19 -0800 (PST), zymurgy squeezed out the
following:

On Mar 11, 8:06*pm, Colin Irvine wrote:
On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:53:33 +0000, The Older Gentleman squeezed out
the following:

It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did.

Bloody hell.

I'm surprised one handle breaking meant losing the whole thing.

I thought he did bloody well, it's damn slippery out there. [1]

Paul.

[1] Well, you started it with wheeling out the old joke
punchlines ... [2]
[2] For bonus points, name that joke.

Can't figure it out.

--
Colin Irvine

The Older Gentleman wrote:

Just had a call from an old friend.
(snip)
It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."

Divine intervention.

I hope she'll enjoy several decades of pleasant life, as soon the
ligaments heal.


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On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 23:17:10 +0000, ts wrote:

The Older Gentleman wrote:

Just had a call from an old friend.
(snip)
It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice. The rescue bods
caught up "looking shocked". I bet they did. They must have thought: "Oh
well, we're not going to get that one back."

Divine intervention.

There is no god, if there had been, none of the above would have happened
:-)


I hope she'll enjoy several decades of pleasant life, as soon the
ligaments heal.

Ligaments don't heal :-(


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On Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:53:33 +0000, The Older Gentleman wrote:

Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at half-term,
with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out) did her
cruciate ligaments in one knee.

Anyway, she was very high up at Les Arcs, and for some reason the ski-doo
blood wagon couldn't get to her, or there wasn't one available anyway, so
she was loaded into the old-fashioned stretcher with one rescue bod fore
and one aft. You know the things.

And off they set. "All you can see is sky," she said "because you're
strapped in."

And then there was a loud *CRACK*. That was one of the handles breaking
off, that was. And off went the stretcher, with nobody holding it, and her
still strapped in.

If only 1 handle broke, what was

a) The guy holding with hand 2 ? (assuming 2 per end)
b) The guy at the other end holding ?

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XJR1300SP, XJ900F, GSX250, Pegaso 650 Trail
POTM#1(KoTL), WUSS#1 , YTC#1(bar), OSOS#2(KoTL) , DS#3 , IbW#18 ,Apostle#8
"The internet is a huge and diverse community and not every one is friendly"
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