i seen a m-1000 bored out to 1200 with pipes and all i seen was it sitting at the bottom of the hill. not good hay tells how good M's are.
sweet m-1000
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Nate
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robertyoke
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did I miss the first part of this post??? or the middle or end? WTF are you talking about?
THE EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURES OF AN ORDINARY MAN
A novel by Dave B.
Foreward
This is not a novel. Not really. It isn't an autobiography or a non fiction either. It isn't a chronicle and it certainly isn't a literary masterpiece. Or maybe it's all of these things, but not in an ordinary way.
Which may seem sort of odd as it was written by a very ordinary man.
It's not like ordinary is a bad thing. I revel in my ordinaryness because most of the time people just leave me alone, at least the people who I don't want bothering me. No one expects me to save the world. I can live my life the way I want to live it. In other words, because I'm not a rock star there are no sicophantic leeches clinging to me. My friends are real friends, and that's a real gift.
Not that I wanted to be a rock star or anything. What I always wanted more than anything was to be a professional racing driver, and I came pretty close. Close enough to see it and touch it, but far enough away that I couldn't grasp it. I know what the X-15 pilots must have felt like, rocketing up and up into the stratosphere to incredible heights until gasping, running out of momentun, and sadly falling back with the ever elusive outer space just outside of their reach. Just. Some of them got into the Mercury and Apollo space programs, and they indeed were finally able to reach space, but they were extraordinary men, weren't they?.
I struggled on and on racing, trying to come up with something to make the next step up, the next championship, the next race. What I was really doing was taking one step backwards to make two steps forwards, only the forward steps never came. I eventually found myself broke, homeless and racing go karts out of the back of my vega station wagon, and we all know what a glamours car those were. I just went backwards until the only way was out.
For years afterwards I was depressed and bitter. I wasn't a very nice guy either because I was eaten up by it. Eventually I made peace with it, mostly because there was no other choice. I still dream about it, and I occasionally flirt with one last fling, but it's over and I know it. Maybe that seems sad but it really isn't. I flamed out at the only thing I ever really wanted to do, and now I just don't have to carry the burden of whether or not I'll make it. I won't make it, and I don't worry about it because it's gone. All that's left is what's ahead, and believe it or not, I am incredibly liberated by that.
Yes, I revel in my ordinaryness and am liberated by my failures. Not everyone is a roaring success. I believe I am a decent and honorable man. That's enough for me.
This doesn't mean I didn't want to be extraordinary, loved and adored by millions. I tried. I tried like hell and I can show you the scars and tell the stories right down to the last broken bone, ripped cartilige and skinned keyster. No, I didn't cure cancer or broker world peace. I didn't fight for my country or save lives on a daily basis like fire fighters and police officers do. Those are the acts of extraordinary men.
Oh, this doesn't mean I wasn't good at things. We all have gifts, it's just that some of us don't have gifts that are very lucrative! I washed cars. I sold cars, I sold stereo equipment. I was a scuba tour guide, which was probably the best fun I ever had on the clock, particularly on Wenesdays when the nude nurses dive club would charter the boat. I built model cars for years, and some of my clients are some pretty famous professional racing drivers, so I never really abandoned the sport altogether. I accepted my place and took a different tact. At least I'm not getting hurt anymore, which at my age is a pretty good thing.
My biggest talent, however, has always been finding the best seat in the house to wittness the most extraordinary things. Historic things. Funny things.Tragic things. Most of the time I was right in the middle of it all, probably more as a hapless bystander than anything else. Maybe it isn't a talent. Maybe it was a gift.
These are the things than have either happened to me or around me. They are fun stories to share, so let's get started.
A novel by Dave B.
Foreward
This is not a novel. Not really. It isn't an autobiography or a non fiction either. It isn't a chronicle and it certainly isn't a literary masterpiece. Or maybe it's all of these things, but not in an ordinary way.
Which may seem sort of odd as it was written by a very ordinary man.
It's not like ordinary is a bad thing. I revel in my ordinaryness because most of the time people just leave me alone, at least the people who I don't want bothering me. No one expects me to save the world. I can live my life the way I want to live it. In other words, because I'm not a rock star there are no sicophantic leeches clinging to me. My friends are real friends, and that's a real gift.
Not that I wanted to be a rock star or anything. What I always wanted more than anything was to be a professional racing driver, and I came pretty close. Close enough to see it and touch it, but far enough away that I couldn't grasp it. I know what the X-15 pilots must have felt like, rocketing up and up into the stratosphere to incredible heights until gasping, running out of momentun, and sadly falling back with the ever elusive outer space just outside of their reach. Just. Some of them got into the Mercury and Apollo space programs, and they indeed were finally able to reach space, but they were extraordinary men, weren't they?.
I struggled on and on racing, trying to come up with something to make the next step up, the next championship, the next race. What I was really doing was taking one step backwards to make two steps forwards, only the forward steps never came. I eventually found myself broke, homeless and racing go karts out of the back of my vega station wagon, and we all know what a glamours car those were. I just went backwards until the only way was out.
For years afterwards I was depressed and bitter. I wasn't a very nice guy either because I was eaten up by it. Eventually I made peace with it, mostly because there was no other choice. I still dream about it, and I occasionally flirt with one last fling, but it's over and I know it. Maybe that seems sad but it really isn't. I flamed out at the only thing I ever really wanted to do, and now I just don't have to carry the burden of whether or not I'll make it. I won't make it, and I don't worry about it because it's gone. All that's left is what's ahead, and believe it or not, I am incredibly liberated by that.
Yes, I revel in my ordinaryness and am liberated by my failures. Not everyone is a roaring success. I believe I am a decent and honorable man. That's enough for me.
This doesn't mean I didn't want to be extraordinary, loved and adored by millions. I tried. I tried like hell and I can show you the scars and tell the stories right down to the last broken bone, ripped cartilige and skinned keyster. No, I didn't cure cancer or broker world peace. I didn't fight for my country or save lives on a daily basis like fire fighters and police officers do. Those are the acts of extraordinary men.
Oh, this doesn't mean I wasn't good at things. We all have gifts, it's just that some of us don't have gifts that are very lucrative! I washed cars. I sold cars, I sold stereo equipment. I was a scuba tour guide, which was probably the best fun I ever had on the clock, particularly on Wenesdays when the nude nurses dive club would charter the boat. I built model cars for years, and some of my clients are some pretty famous professional racing drivers, so I never really abandoned the sport altogether. I accepted my place and took a different tact. At least I'm not getting hurt anymore, which at my age is a pretty good thing.
My biggest talent, however, has always been finding the best seat in the house to wittness the most extraordinary things. Historic things. Funny things.Tragic things. Most of the time I was right in the middle of it all, probably more as a hapless bystander than anything else. Maybe it isn't a talent. Maybe it was a gift.
These are the things than have either happened to me or around me. They are fun stories to share, so let's get started.
The guy could have been injured, tired, or even inexperienced. Whats sitting at the bottom of a hill got to do with the quality or performance of a sled?
There are lots of guys that have more money than brains, drop a ton of coin on a big new sled and a bunch of mods, then find out that hill climbing isn't as easy or safe as it looks in the videos. I've been riding for over 20 years and every year I spend more money on my sleds and spend more time at the bottom of the hill enjoying the scenery, action, and comradely. I know enough about hill climbing to make a decision whether or not I should sit it out for a bit, I also enjoy snowmachining enough that often I will choose my battles in an effort to ride another day. Riding above ones skill level can be quite cost prohibitive, one roll down the hill with a 12k sled could be a season ender.
There are lots of guys that have more money than brains, drop a ton of coin on a big new sled and a bunch of mods, then find out that hill climbing isn't as easy or safe as it looks in the videos. I've been riding for over 20 years and every year I spend more money on my sleds and spend more time at the bottom of the hill enjoying the scenery, action, and comradely. I know enough about hill climbing to make a decision whether or not I should sit it out for a bit, I also enjoy snowmachining enough that often I will choose my battles in an effort to ride another day. Riding above ones skill level can be quite cost prohibitive, one roll down the hill with a 12k sled could be a season ender.
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snowmobiler
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we need pics of it sitting.that would prove its junk
Hey turbo Yama why don't you just go away. I willing to bet that you can't even ride!!!!! Hell you perhaps don`t even own a Turbo. Lets see some pics if you do.
Yah haha this douche probably got there and climbed the little foot hills just to say he out climbed an M-1000 Mod then left before he actually got taught how to ride. Buddy before you start saying things are junk maybe take a little while to examine it or ride with it........... if you can keep up.
hey helvy is this you
I think it's time for some people to grow up. This is the part of this fourm I hate. Real mature!
I agree, I got on here back in 00 and was so completely turned off by all the b.s. that I didn't come back for 8 years.
It doesn't upset me any more.
I do remember being young though, and taking some pleasure from getting someones goat. Being an owner, admin, and mod of my own forums I see alot of the above. Mostly its just amusing.
I happen to love my m1000, even in its stock form, and I would never let some tool goad me into climbing something I didn't want to.
It doesn't upset me any more.
I do remember being young though, and taking some pleasure from getting someones goat. Being an owner, admin, and mod of my own forums I see alot of the above. Mostly its just amusing.
I happen to love my m1000, even in its stock form, and I would never let some tool goad me into climbing something I didn't want to.
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trinitypowder
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Please leave the DOO section immediately, or I'll be forced to contact your parents.
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johnny be bad
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dam! this kids so smart, bagging on cats in the doo section? lmao
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MTdream
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turbo
you have added enough comic relief and snapshots into all our pasts...now go play with your tonka toys and leave the keyboard and the sled commentary to those with intelligible thoughts...unlike, "saw m1000 at bottom of hill...must have been crappy sled..." hmmm dont all sleds start at bottom then go up?
hmmm am thinking based upon the use of grammar/spelling that he might have messed up his screen name too...maybe it is
to Rob ya ma? So he is a criminal hamed Rob? and thought he should leave a note?
or maybe TurdBoynMa- nuff said on that...
or maybe he is dyslexic...and Ma Turd Boy
hmmm...I could keep going, but this should get this party started...
you have added enough comic relief and snapshots into all our pasts...now go play with your tonka toys and leave the keyboard and the sled commentary to those with intelligible thoughts...unlike, "saw m1000 at bottom of hill...must have been crappy sled..." hmmm dont all sleds start at bottom then go up?
hmmm am thinking based upon the use of grammar/spelling that he might have messed up his screen name too...maybe it is
to Rob ya ma? So he is a criminal hamed Rob? and thought he should leave a note?
or maybe TurdBoynMa- nuff said on that...
or maybe he is dyslexic...and Ma Turd Boy
hmmm...I could keep going, but this should get this party started...
Its BOOSTBONER #2! LOL!
Any of you guys remeber him?
Any of you guys remeber him?
