Well, in the actual wrecking bodies sense. Went skiing this weekend and had two friends go down for the count. One almost fatally. My best friend's wife got hooked on a mound buried under fresh powder and blew her knee out completely. We all got to watch her free ride on the tobogon (sp?) to the hospital. One of my closest cycling buddies went down the same day doing some professional stuff in Durango. I just got the call. Broke his back - shattered three vertebrae and disk. The annoying thing is that it happened at the bottom of the run after the cliff jumping. Hit some bad snow that spun him around into the rocks. Wasn't even going that fast. He's lucky to be alive and can move his feet so they think he'll be able to walk. Still in the hospital though. And then, I got word that a good friend and exroomate of mine got messed up in a chute where I was skiing. Two broken hands and possibly a destroyed optic nerve (i.e. blind in one eye). What the hell? We've all been snow addicts for 20 years and none of us has been injured except for a knee injury due to a fat dude piling into our crowd at a ski lift. Suddenly, my addiction to skiing doesn't seem like such a wonderful high.