Low din stories

i put my din down to store my pow skis for the summer, first time i used them for the year was in December at wolf creek. There was 70 inches of new snow in 4 days and we were skiing deep pow, made a jump turn on the top of bonanza ridge and my ski popped of and shot down to the bottom of the ridge. Had to sit on my ass to get to the bottom of the line.
 
I was skating to a lift and I double ejected and ate shit. I asked my friend to turn my DIN up while I went to the bathroom. 4 isn't enough apparently.
 
i hit a tiny jump on the side of the run and somehow i double ejecet(??????!!!!!), then both of my friends both sprayed me while i was on the ground. ther were at like 3 for some reason
 
i tried to do a 270 onto one of those black sewer pipes, one ski fell off, i did the whole thing one skii'd and then of course right at the end my one ski caught on the corrugation and i did like half a cartwheel off.
 
i hit the first jump in the blackcomb park this year and completely double ejected to faceplant on it
 
I discovered that my old kids' skis still fit my boots, so I put 'em on and set the DINs - get this - all the way to 4.5!

Was cruising through some powder-ish stuff in the woods, hit a roller. Sailing through the air, I look down.

"Where in fuck are my skis?"

Land on the ice in a small stream, catapult forward, headfirst, up to my waist in a snowbank.
 
borrowing my friends skis for a run. Messing around off a 15ft step down..reach down to grab mute, tweak it, holding the ski in my right hand and the other ski on my foot. Next thing I know i'm yelling how do i land, throw his ski and eat it.
 
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