I got ran over by a buddy while I was walking to my sled. He hit me in the back going over 60 mph, I never knew what hit me. The only thing I saw was the head light shining through my goggles as my helmet hit his hood. My head broke his bumper, belly pan, hood, spark plugs, and crack the head on the motor before my helmet was ripped off from the force. The strap on the helmet caught my upper lip and ripped it about 1 1/2" up under my nose on the inside of my mouth. It broke my leg, shattered my ankle, blew out my other knee, messed up my back some.
After some friends gathered me up and made sure I wasn't dead I drug my self onto my sled and rode out. For some reason my friends, without me recovered the guys sled that hit me the next day.
This is the kicker to my story, we had been riding as always with alcohol. After a beer stop, this guy was so drunk he couldn't even stand up little lone ride a snowmobile. Knowing he was drunk a friend of mine and I strapped on his gloves, zipped up his coat, done up his helmet, sat him on his sled, and started it for him, I remember telling him "just take it easy you will be ok".
What a dumb a$$ I was. Do you know to this day that guy still don't think he ran over me.
I no longer deal with drinking and riding, its just not worth it. I would have been just as well to shoot my self as to start that sled. I was just thankful he ran over me instead of some one else. After all I loaded the gun!