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flying pig
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dropped into a creek bottom, had to cut up over a cornice to get out. Hit the throttle at the bottom of the cornice and was airbourne! big time. landed in some trees, missed a 12" dia. one by inches. got the sled out and noticed that the one radious rod had pulled out of its end. wonder if that coulda caused it to go rougue on me? lol. Weirdest thing to ever happen.
I have a couple...
First off Mule to go with yours my engine blew on my 9 with exactly 666 miles.
Last year towards the end of a really good day, which happened to be the first ride after putting the engine back together. Me and two buddies were sitting on the trail with our sleds pointing to dive off the trail and run a canyon out. We were putting on fresh gloves as we had spent some time digging each other out and the ride across the open flats can get cold with wet gloves. I was the first to be done and was sitting on my sled. I burped the throttle as I waited for the other two. I was on the far left. My best friend burped his throttle on the far right and then his little brother gave me this look like "oh Mr. Tough Guy" and then burped his throttle. I thought I would be a smart a$$ and reached over to burp his sled using his left hand throttle. He was standing to the side of the sled I was sitting on mine. I burped the throttle, when it stuck at what sounded like wide open. We all just kind of sat there and watched as the sled shot off the trail, pin balled off of one tree and hit a cluster of 3 trees. Weird thing is he had used that throttle several times throughout the day with no problems. A total WTF moment.
First off Mule to go with yours my engine blew on my 9 with exactly 666 miles.
Last year towards the end of a really good day, which happened to be the first ride after putting the engine back together. Me and two buddies were sitting on the trail with our sleds pointing to dive off the trail and run a canyon out. We were putting on fresh gloves as we had spent some time digging each other out and the ride across the open flats can get cold with wet gloves. I was the first to be done and was sitting on my sled. I burped the throttle as I waited for the other two. I was on the far left. My best friend burped his throttle on the far right and then his little brother gave me this look like "oh Mr. Tough Guy" and then burped his throttle. I thought I would be a smart a$$ and reached over to burp his sled using his left hand throttle. He was standing to the side of the sled I was sitting on mine. I burped the throttle, when it stuck at what sounded like wide open. We all just kind of sat there and watched as the sled shot off the trail, pin balled off of one tree and hit a cluster of 3 trees. Weird thing is he had used that throttle several times throughout the day with no problems. A total WTF moment.
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Adrenaline Revolution
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Dam, That sux!
I hate when a small practical joke goes horrifyingly wrong.
How much did you end up spending to fix your buddy's sled!
While sitting at one of my favorite lunch/break spots I felt "Eyes" on me.
It was getting a little dark so after getting a good case of the creeps we started our sleds and while I was waiting for another guy to get ready, my headlights lit up a few pairs of glowing eyes in the trees just about 30feet in.
I didn't tell anyone else 'till we got back to the trailer and of course they didn't believe me!
OK...this is nothing like the "watching over me" moments some of you posted...those are unbelievable. However, I was up at the top of the North Cross Pass and had stopped to help someone get unstuck. My glasses were fogging so I set them on my gas tank. Got done, took off to the road and when i got there I realized I didn't have my glasses! Walked my snowmobile trail back and found them in the snow...
I can see a bit without them, so it wouldn't have been a big deal but at the cost of glasses, my wife woulda kicked me a$$!
I can see a bit without them, so it wouldn't have been a big deal but at the cost of glasses, my wife woulda kicked me a$$!
Not really a sledding WTF.......But hey, WTF.
TRUE STORY:
So I'm riding my GSXR from Daytona to Pittsburgh. Most of the trip has been incredibly stormy. Lucky for me, I had purchased a spankin' new Teknik (brand) 1-piece rain suit. Teknik made the best rainsuits back in the day, as they were tailored exactly like roadracing leathers.....IE: NO excess material to flap and beat the crap out of you. I bought this particular suit at Bikeweek because A: it was big enough to fit me (not always easy to find), and B: it was a ridiculously cheap price for a normally expensive item. The only bad thing about this otherwise terrific suit was that it was multi-colored, with all sorts of neon stripes all over it. Who cares.....I'm dry right??
The stormy weather finally let up just as I crossed the West Virginia border. I pulled into the welcome center to remove the rain suit and take a well deserved whiz.
I pulled into a parking space, got off the bike, and had a good stretch. I hadn't even had a chance to remove my helmet. At that moment, in a car parked two spaces away (there were empty spaces between us, as we were the only two vehicles parked in this particular lot), a small child of about 4 years old began frantically pounding on the window and screaming at the top of his lungs. It was obvious to me that he was desperately trying to get my attention. There was a man standing beside the car (smoking), who kept telling the kid to "be quiet", and "stop making a scene". The first thought that ran through my head was that the kid had been kidnapped by the guy, and had enough sense to try to make a scene to get some help.
It was about that time, the man spoke to the child once more, and I heard the man loudly say "FINE". With his head hung low, the man sheepishly approaches me. I reach my hand into my tank bag and wrap my fingers around the 9mm hidden inside.
(This is gonna kill you guys)
The man says: "I'm really sorry to bother you sir, but would you be so kind as to go over to my car and tell my son that you are NOT a POWER RANGER???"
WTF????
There was a little part of me who wanted to go over to the car, do a couple of phony NINJA moves and say:
"Hey kid.....Wanna see your dad get his azz kicked by a POWER RANGER??"
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I took my helmet off, talked to the kid until he calmed down, and shook Dad's hand. I think I laughed the rest of the way to Pittsburgh.
THE END.
TRUE STORY:
So I'm riding my GSXR from Daytona to Pittsburgh. Most of the trip has been incredibly stormy. Lucky for me, I had purchased a spankin' new Teknik (brand) 1-piece rain suit. Teknik made the best rainsuits back in the day, as they were tailored exactly like roadracing leathers.....IE: NO excess material to flap and beat the crap out of you. I bought this particular suit at Bikeweek because A: it was big enough to fit me (not always easy to find), and B: it was a ridiculously cheap price for a normally expensive item. The only bad thing about this otherwise terrific suit was that it was multi-colored, with all sorts of neon stripes all over it. Who cares.....I'm dry right??
The stormy weather finally let up just as I crossed the West Virginia border. I pulled into the welcome center to remove the rain suit and take a well deserved whiz.
I pulled into a parking space, got off the bike, and had a good stretch. I hadn't even had a chance to remove my helmet. At that moment, in a car parked two spaces away (there were empty spaces between us, as we were the only two vehicles parked in this particular lot), a small child of about 4 years old began frantically pounding on the window and screaming at the top of his lungs. It was obvious to me that he was desperately trying to get my attention. There was a man standing beside the car (smoking), who kept telling the kid to "be quiet", and "stop making a scene". The first thought that ran through my head was that the kid had been kidnapped by the guy, and had enough sense to try to make a scene to get some help.
It was about that time, the man spoke to the child once more, and I heard the man loudly say "FINE". With his head hung low, the man sheepishly approaches me. I reach my hand into my tank bag and wrap my fingers around the 9mm hidden inside.
(This is gonna kill you guys)
The man says: "I'm really sorry to bother you sir, but would you be so kind as to go over to my car and tell my son that you are NOT a POWER RANGER???"
WTF????
There was a little part of me who wanted to go over to the car, do a couple of phony NINJA moves and say:
"Hey kid.....Wanna see your dad get his azz kicked by a POWER RANGER??"
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I took my helmet off, talked to the kid until he calmed down, and shook Dad's hand. I think I laughed the rest of the way to Pittsburgh.
THE END.
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sled-fiend
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Thats pretty funny JJ LMAO
Heres my little story:
Here riding through basically alder hell. There was about 7 of us in a singal file line just picking our way through the alders. You had to go pretty damn so has the alders where anywhere from 2ft tall half an inch thick to 5ft tall and about 2inch thick. I came to a spot where I had to come to a complete stop because to alders where making like a X across the trail so I reach up move both out of the way and I blurp the throttle just enough to get me past this little snag. When all of a sudden my body lunges forward and my machine is turned off. My first instinct is something hit my kill switch. But it is pulled up I try to start, but it dont turned over. So I long down and to my surprise my key is GONE. I dont me just laying on the running boards, I mean gone I have no clue where it could be. So I check the ignition and thank god it didnt break off in there.
At this point I take off my helmet, tell the guys to go ahead and shut their engines off this may take a while. We search for about 5 mins and a buddy of mine stopped right behind me spots my key, I have a bright orange key chain float like what you would find on boat key. It got flung about 10ft to the right where I was at....WTF??????
Sorry for a long post.
Heres my little story:
Here riding through basically alder hell. There was about 7 of us in a singal file line just picking our way through the alders. You had to go pretty damn so has the alders where anywhere from 2ft tall half an inch thick to 5ft tall and about 2inch thick. I came to a spot where I had to come to a complete stop because to alders where making like a X across the trail so I reach up move both out of the way and I blurp the throttle just enough to get me past this little snag. When all of a sudden my body lunges forward and my machine is turned off. My first instinct is something hit my kill switch. But it is pulled up I try to start, but it dont turned over. So I long down and to my surprise my key is GONE. I dont me just laying on the running boards, I mean gone I have no clue where it could be. So I check the ignition and thank god it didnt break off in there.
At this point I take off my helmet, tell the guys to go ahead and shut their engines off this may take a while. We search for about 5 mins and a buddy of mine stopped right behind me spots my key, I have a bright orange key chain float like what you would find on boat key. It got flung about 10ft to the right where I was at....WTF??????
Sorry for a long post.
Busted a ski
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wow you fuel gauge works did you have to pay an upgrade for that on my 09 it does not show up
i have some riding friends that where out in cooke about 10 years ago. and for you guys that go to cooke you might know which hill this happend on( i don't know, have only been to cooke 1 time). so they are climbing this hill and a local comes over and says you know someone dies on this hill every year and you shouldn't be on it. so they leave and passed some sled that were heading to the hill that they just left. when my buddies come back through 1 hr later there was a slide right on the hill that claimed the life of 2 or 3 (i don't remeber which)of the guys that they met on the trail.
Dam, That sux!
I hate when a small practical joke goes horrifyingly wrong.
How much did you end up spending to fix your buddy's sled!
Cost of repair on an 2004 800 RMK 159" .....$8400.
So we totaled it out and I paid the deductible and he got a new sled. Still sucks though.
We talked one of my uncles, that never rides, into going just one time. Steering post breaks at the weld. He was only doing 20ish, cant turn so he stops. If anyone of the others of us would of been riding that sled then we would of been going WAY more and not had time to stop before the corner. We all said good thing he was riding that day. Wouldnt of been a good day for the family otherwise.
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