xsession - extreme sports

I recently went snowboarding at Holiday Valley With my friend Dan. We were doing their half pipe without any problems, until I decided to try something new. I decided to go a little bigger then usual. I pulled a 360 toe side stiffie and got about 10 feet out of the pipe. Not realizing how close the ground was, Iended landing on the copping, right on my spine. I ended up spending the rest of my day in the first aid clinic.

I'm boring. I have a very boring job, live in a boring house, never get drunk, don't smoke, have a long term boyfriend etc etc. Boring!!! Well I realised just how dull I was when I was on holiday recently in the Caribbean. I was laying on a beach when these people began dropping from the sky! How amazing, I thought as they landed next to me. I chatted to them and they told me they were skydiving from a place nearby. I got the details from them and set off to have a look. Somebody started talking to me and I got drawn in. It seemed sooo exciting. Before I knew it, I had an extra hundred dollars or so on my credit card and was being 'suited up'. I got aboard the helicopter and stared straight ahead at the opening - watching the ground disappear. Suddenly I felt sick. What was I doing? What if I died? No one knew I was doing this? They'd be grieving for me! They'd be mad at me! I had to get off! Too late. I saw loads of people in front of me standing up (about 10). Great, loads of time to say I don't want to do this. Suddenly, they all disappeared! They'd done a group jump and I was next! The guy I was attached to began walking forwards. I was frozen to the spot. Before I knew it I was plumeting through the air (faster than I thought it would be!) and unable to breathe. The wind was rushing up my nose and into my mouth. I truly thought that I was going to suffocate 3,000ft up in the air! This went on and on for ages. I tried kicking my legs to get my partners attention but he wrapped his around mine to keep them still. That's it - I thought - I'm dead. Just then, he tapped me on my shoulder. My cue that we were going to release the chute. Thank God!!! Although, the jerk of the chute was painful (but that was due to my sunburn), we finally slowed down. It went deathly quiet and I have never been more at peace. I began to cry. When I landed I was still crying. Not through fear or sadness but through sheer delight at what I had experienced. It really was THE most amazing time of my life. I rang around hugging and kissing everyone ... and then promptly threw up. Still, I have jumped three more times since then (still tandem) and am looking into saving up to go it alone! I would recommend it to anyone - if I can do it, so can you! And you should...

I was having a race down a ski run with a friend and it was nearly the finish, with him having a fair lead. I though I would take a bit of a short cut around a corner, and then drop down a small cliff onto the ski run. As I began the short cut, I saw that there were heaps of trees blocking my way, so I turned along a thin path that was already there. Unfortunately for me, there had just been a lesson for experts there, so the ground had huge holes dug out of it to make it a challenge for the good skiers. So there I am, bouncing along, completely out of control, heading towards a much higher part of the cliff. I finally manage to turn, and get in the centre of the path, when a jump appears before me. I had to go over it. After ages of air, I landed just in front of a huge tree. I turned right, just missing it, and went straight off a 30-feet cliff that I didn't see.
I crashed through a few trees, and hit the ground.
I broke my left leg in two places, and dislocated a finger (don't ask me how!), but otherwise, I was fine.
My friend found me after about half an hour, and then got the ski patrol.
I went straight to hospital and haven't skiied again.

was riding my skateboard at the local skat park in fairy meadow (australia) and it was comp day,there was 100's of people there ,some american pro's some aussie pro's and a hell of a load of hot chicks,then one of the aussie pro says the first one to board slide the rail can have his complete skate board,so l had a go at it l was 3rd in line
and the guys in front of me,didn't land theres so l new l could as l was a local and done in before,how wrong was l
l had to much speed l got onto the rail ,but then it sliped from under me,l landed dead straight on my balls and tore
half my fore skin off,l got rush to horspital and had the rest removed and l've never skated since, l now bodyboard

I was out with a mtb group riding some logging roads. We came down this wicked hill.(11km long) At the bottom was a t in the road with a river on the other side. Right before the t is a jump about 2 ft high.(nothing major) We were waiting for some people to catch up so we decided to take some pictures of people jumping this bump. So i decided i would do some jumps. The first time i had to stop short becuase of a jeep in the way. Second i jumped it perfactly exept the shutter on the camera was closed. Third time everything is set so i come flyen down about 45km/h. I launch off this jump and fly half way accross the road which is 40ft wide. And land it i locked up both brakes turned sideways and went flyin through the air over the side of the road. the bank dropped about thirty feet before a line trees blocks the way with a river on the otherside of the trees. I almost reach the trees before landing in a blackberry bush. Next thing i know is that there are people all around me and all i can think is leave you are just moving the branches and cutting me worse. When i finally climbed out i looked at myself andfound out how badly i was cut. In the end i recieved 56 stiches and had a broken arm.

This is a story not for he lighted hearted, but more for the birds. I was climbing my first ever lead with a mate of mine up at Morialta, Adelaide. Got five sixths of the way up and decided this was all to easy. I executed a perfect body jam into this narrow chimney (look Kevin. No feet, no hands, no ****en brains) I went to crank out of the crack, slipped on some lichen and done a great impersonation of Superman tyring to fly whilst holding a bucket full of kryptonite.

Pulled most of my pro from the rock on my down into an olive tree 14m below. Made a ****en mess of the tree, and made a worse mess of myself. I turned to look at my mate, and asked if he got it on film (He didn't!) and under his advice turned to look at my side, ( I was still face up stuck in the tree) to find a **** load of blood on my shirt and a branch sticking right through me. I had ****en impailed myself. I Done a John Rambo and pulled the stick out ( it just went through the soft bit of flab on my side) only to find another stick inside of me next to it. I pulled that out. Climbed out of the tree and redone the climb.

I ruined and perfectly good shirt and my mate got plaseterd in blood as he followed my lead cleaning the gear up. Just as a supplement, I cratered again 12 months later , ended up in hospital, and again 3 months after that and eneded up inemergency again. Not bad hey!!!! Loves yous all, Shane

In Australia, the left hand brake on a mountain bike works the back brake, but over here in Canada it is reversed. Anyway I went mountain biking at Nose Hill Park in Calgary, Canada. I rented a bike and sure enough the left brake works the front tire.

We were biking for about an hour when we came across this rock that was shaped perfectly like a jump. I went off it about 4 times and it was sweet. We decided to have one more jump then continue riding, so I got a big run off with heaps of speed and went off the jump. I got about 1.5 metres air and landed sweetly. There is a gully right after the jump so you have to stop pretty quickly, so I put on what I thought was the back brake, but it was actually the front, and went flying over the handle bars superman style, landing about 4 metres down the gully and continued sliding down. The people I was with thought that it was pretty hilarious. I didn't get hurt, but apparently it looked good, and that's what counts.

I was MTB down some awsome tracks, during summer (australia). I was with friends, so naturally I wanted to impress, especially as I am a lot smaller than they are. Anyway, we were going doen this hill pretty quick, and we noticed something that we thought could be a drop. The others slowed down heaps, so they could pull up and examine the drop. So, I decided that this was the perfect oppertunity to show them that size doesn't matter. I didn't slow down one bit, and shouted at them, "What are you doing? The drop won't be very big". So, in all my glory I sailed over the edge doing the best trick I could think of at the time. They said it looked unreal, but it didn't feel it as I looked down at the 30m drop and piles of rocks and stones at the bottom. I survived - just- with a broken left arm (in 4 places), in total 56 stiches, a shattered ribs and concussion - I was better after 1 month in hospital. Anyway, it didn't stop me from still trying to show off to my friends who are still bigger! At the time I was 14 years old, now I'm 15, so it wasn't so long ago.

being a pro skateboarder, you are always aware of the inherient dangers of this sport. living on maui, it's easy to relax and focus on training, well relaxation was no friend of mine. we were filming for our sponsors on a sunday, you see what happened, the session was heating up all the boys were there. my "set up aris" were in the 6' range (have video) when i misscalculated the landing and slammed on the flat bottom left knee first. at first i just lay there, "are you ok?" then when i tried to stand, thats when the problem made its self visiable. the two lower bones(fibula, tibula) seperated from the femur and were poking out of the back of my knee... in a state of shock, i had one friend pull my foot and another hold my wasist. it went back together. i poo'd my pants (for real) now its ortho surgery. hooray for me. my sponsors however have chosen to stick by my side. rock on...

I'm a 16 year old stunt mountain bike rifer. I live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I always dreamed of base jumping, so when the chance came, I got to it. Then I took lessons at a nearby wind tunnel school. After becoming almost perfect at it, I decided to combine by two hobbies. Without my parents' permission (they know now and are okay with it) I took my mountain bike and my parachute and drove to the nearby mountain (Mount Syemour). There I pedaled off a 500 foot cliff and after 3 seconds of staying on the bike, I pulled my chute open. It was beautiful. I taped the whole thing and a sent a copy to REALTV, so I'll post the brodcast time and day when they phone me. Anyway as I was on the ground packing my chute, I mounte (mountain police officer) raced to me and my video crew (my two best friends) and told us to kneel. I was hopefully not arrested, but fined $4000 Canadian ($2500 American)! That is a lot of ****ing money. But REALTV will give me $1000, and I had $500, So I still owe the government $1000 US more. NEXT TIME I'll MAKE SURE THE COAST IS CLEAR BEFORE WE DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN.