Heh - he wasn't even going that fast, he was just unlucky, or sking over his head (ow, bad pun, but I'll leave it)

I used to downhill - only local club racing, but still. 60+MPH on skis is "fast" One day (the year after my worst fall) I was sking along at the fastest part of the run, and the little voice inside my head said "this is nuts", and I came up out of the crouch - the coach said he knew it was over for me at that instant

(BTW - worst fall - went down at 60MPH, and bounced for at least 100 yds - the called for a litter before I stopped bouncing! I walked away, I was VERY luck I didn't hit anything, but slid straight down the middle of the run. Nothing broken, but I think the only parts of me that weren't black and blue the next day were the soles of my feet, and my eyelids)