You can't use your skis to death because they will kill you first

This spring I learned a difficult lesson: You can't use your skis to death because they will kill you first.I knew this past winter was the last year I was going to get out of my skis because the lamination was splitting in the back and I had more dings and dents in them than a junkyard Chevy, but I thought I could get this one last year out of them and get a new pair next year. So on my last vacation to Breckenridge on my first day out just before lunch I'm skiing down peak 10 flying smooth as silk when oddly my left boot just came out of my binding... I was like..."what the??" Flying forward I'm thinking."oh this is going to be a good one", and slammed down on my right knee with my leg twisting around, and of course that boot DIDN'T release. I was at the base below the chairlift, and I could hear people above me going, uh oh... Lost my goggles, helmet, headband, and gloves. Scrambling to get myself reassembled I knew my knee was really wrenched, but in total optimism , I got my skis back on , got back on the lift and thought, maybe I would feel better if I had some lunch. When I got off the lift I knew something was very wrong because my adrenalin was through the roof, like I could have lifted a fire engine, so I knew something was very wrong, so I skied to a ski patrol fella on a snowmobile and tried to angle my way into a snowmobile ride down to the bottom. To make a long story short, I didn't get a snow mobile ride, I got a ride in a sled to the ER, where I was told I had a tibial plateau fracture and needed surgery. Upset that this was my first day of vacation , I blew the doctor off and actually drove back to my hotel with my broken leg and then had to call an ambulance to go back to the ER, had surgery and spend 3 months on crutches. The doctor called my accident "pre-release" My bindings were old and just released for no good reason. I was in love with my skis , they were Head Monsters, guess they didn't love me back.