I actually had an old cougar laying around the shop last year. It was a little rough around the edges and had been through a few sets of rings. One night I'd had a few wobbly pops and the cougar was full of gas too, so I figured what the F, I'll take it out for some fun. We both like to carve fat lines of snow after a few beers, might as well do it together eh?
Well by damned on the way to the mountain, apparently I drank about 9 too many road rockets and piled the truck through a ditch slap into a bloody tree!
When I finally came to, I looked around and thankfully the cougar was still strapped into the truck. It was pretty beat up tho, and leaking from every gasket....not a pretty sight. Well the truck's completely F'd at this point, so I start dragging the stupid cougar out of it hoping I can get at least one ride in before the damned cops show up! I tried to get er started, but must have overfilled the gas tank because after a few pulls, fuel started backfiring out the damn intake! Well that's just great...
I remembered there was a little snow left in the back of the truck and thought that might give me more inspiration to address the situation. So I leave the cougar on the side of the road to finish purging, and go back to the truck to stick my face in the fresh snow. Of course, right then the cops pull up....never fails. I booked it into the forrest and got away, but they impounded my cougar and my busted azz truck.
So now the truck is gone, my pants f'in stink after the cougar lost every fluid imaginable on them, and I didn't even get to really throttle it. Not a good night.