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RMK7SledHead
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I still remember my first snowmobile ride:
My Uncle had a Yamaha 340 he'd had forever. He used to use it to get around to his cat and coyote traps in the winter time. When I was 10 there was enough snow down in the valley around home that he fired it up and came up to my house. I got on in front of him and away we went! I will NEVER forget the first time I caught air on a sled...I never saw the drop coming and he had it pinned! We must have flown 50 or 60 feet down the hill! In reality, probably 5-6 feet, but when you're 10, you just know that it's the craziest feeling in the world, and you MUST HAVE MORE! That was 15 years ago...
My Uncle had a Yamaha 340 he'd had forever. He used to use it to get around to his cat and coyote traps in the winter time. When I was 10 there was enough snow down in the valley around home that he fired it up and came up to my house. I got on in front of him and away we went! I will NEVER forget the first time I caught air on a sled...I never saw the drop coming and he had it pinned! We must have flown 50 or 60 feet down the hill! In reality, probably 5-6 feet, but when you're 10, you just know that it's the craziest feeling in the world, and you MUST HAVE MORE! That was 15 years ago...