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Danbot
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This is a retort to 94fordguy's trouble-free 900 thread lol.
Give us your scary or funny "stranded in the bush" story.
Here's mine:
Late last year I was with a group of 4 guys on a weekend trip to the Kakwa Wildland Park entering from Grande Prairie AB. The staging area known as "tin town" is a collection of converted school bus's, home made winter shacks on skids... about 2 hours from any sort of civilization. This is a fun experience in itself.
Anyways, on day one we were about 80km into the park from tin town when my primary clutch bolt broke and the clutch came off. My buddy Kris hooked a strap to his bumper without so much as a grumble and we started the long tow back to camp. There were a few bowls to climb out of and for some of them, I had to jump off my sled so he could pull it up and over the crests, I got used to it, and we made respectable time getting out of the alpine.
At about 40km from camp we got onto the groomed trails and it seemed like the hard part was over.
Here's the fun part... about 10 km from camp there was a steep hill on the glazed up trail and I could feel that he wasn't gonna be able to pull me and the sled up together so I jumped off to push on the bars and get my weight off the sled to keep momentum, like I had done a dozen times earlier throughout the tow. Well, I lost my grip and fell...... I had my sled idling for lights and hand warmers so he didn't notice I was no longer on board.
My story:
I watched him crest the steep hill with my sled in tow and then... just keep going and going. The lights disappeared, the sound of sleds got quieter and then nothing.... I was alone, and accustomed to the light from the sleds I was pretty close to blind in the dark. I knew that they would eventually be back for me, but I had no clue how far camp was..... better start walking.
The forest was dense and trail narrow, I had a horrible time just staying on the groomed trail until my eyes adjusted a bit, probably walked a km or so before they got back to me.
His story:
The sled pulled nicely all the way back to camp, he looked back several times but was basically blinded by my GE Silverstar bulbs and had no reason to think I wasn't there until he pulled up at camp and my sled smashed into his. He yelled back at my rider-less sled "dude WTF your brakes don't work???....... dan? DAN? No Dan to be seen lol.
They unhooked my sled and raced back out into the wilderness not knowing what they would find. What they found was me, VERY happy to see headlights coming my way! A crazed loook in my eyes, and shovel in hand ready to defend myself from mysterious creatures in the snow!
I spent the rest of the weekend hanging out in a converted 70's school bus watching sled videos.
Give us your scary or funny "stranded in the bush" story.
Here's mine:
Late last year I was with a group of 4 guys on a weekend trip to the Kakwa Wildland Park entering from Grande Prairie AB. The staging area known as "tin town" is a collection of converted school bus's, home made winter shacks on skids... about 2 hours from any sort of civilization. This is a fun experience in itself.
Anyways, on day one we were about 80km into the park from tin town when my primary clutch bolt broke and the clutch came off. My buddy Kris hooked a strap to his bumper without so much as a grumble and we started the long tow back to camp. There were a few bowls to climb out of and for some of them, I had to jump off my sled so he could pull it up and over the crests, I got used to it, and we made respectable time getting out of the alpine.
At about 40km from camp we got onto the groomed trails and it seemed like the hard part was over.
Here's the fun part... about 10 km from camp there was a steep hill on the glazed up trail and I could feel that he wasn't gonna be able to pull me and the sled up together so I jumped off to push on the bars and get my weight off the sled to keep momentum, like I had done a dozen times earlier throughout the tow. Well, I lost my grip and fell...... I had my sled idling for lights and hand warmers so he didn't notice I was no longer on board.
My story:
I watched him crest the steep hill with my sled in tow and then... just keep going and going. The lights disappeared, the sound of sleds got quieter and then nothing.... I was alone, and accustomed to the light from the sleds I was pretty close to blind in the dark. I knew that they would eventually be back for me, but I had no clue how far camp was..... better start walking.
The forest was dense and trail narrow, I had a horrible time just staying on the groomed trail until my eyes adjusted a bit, probably walked a km or so before they got back to me.
His story:
The sled pulled nicely all the way back to camp, he looked back several times but was basically blinded by my GE Silverstar bulbs and had no reason to think I wasn't there until he pulled up at camp and my sled smashed into his. He yelled back at my rider-less sled "dude WTF your brakes don't work???....... dan? DAN? No Dan to be seen lol.
They unhooked my sled and raced back out into the wilderness not knowing what they would find. What they found was me, VERY happy to see headlights coming my way! A crazed loook in my eyes, and shovel in hand ready to defend myself from mysterious creatures in the snow!
I spent the rest of the weekend hanging out in a converted 70's school bus watching sled videos.
