B
Banshee AL
Member
For me it happened a couple of years ago when the GF and I were going for a spring ride.
We arrived early and no one else was there. When unloaded and about ready to go another
rig comes in with the tunes blasting and a couple of sleds on an open trailer. They jumped
out dropping the ramps and got busy unloading.
First guy started up sled and hit the throttle and sled would not move. Hit it couple more
times and belt smoke was just pouring out from under the hood. He then realized that he had
not taken off the tie down strap he had on the back. OK removed the strap now he must
have been pissed because he nailed the throttle and went flying off of the trailer. Well one
of the carbides must have hung on a rock as he no sooner hit the ground and the sled
stopped and he went flying over the bars landing on his back in the muck and rocks.
Meanwhile other buddy is laughing his butt off getting his ready to unload. OK - the guy
in the mud gets up and stupidly looks around and finishes getting ready.
Second guy is a little more cautious in unloading and eases it off heading across the dirt and
up onto a snow bank that was pushed up by the lot plow during the winter. Well the bank is
much steeper than it looks and sled tips over almost pinning him and stops upside down with
throttle pinned open somehow and is now screaming like mad.
Second guy jumps up as other guy runs over run and they get it shut down before they flip it
over (the first intelligent thing they had done sense they pulled into the lot).
At this point I looked at the GF and stated “We are staying right here until they leave and
then we will check as to which way they are going and we will be going the other direction”.
We never saw them again for the rest of the day or anyone else for that matter. They must
have survived because their rig was gone when we got back.
I love spring riding.
I still smile to myself whenever I think of those parking lot posers.
We arrived early and no one else was there. When unloaded and about ready to go another
rig comes in with the tunes blasting and a couple of sleds on an open trailer. They jumped
out dropping the ramps and got busy unloading.
First guy started up sled and hit the throttle and sled would not move. Hit it couple more
times and belt smoke was just pouring out from under the hood. He then realized that he had
not taken off the tie down strap he had on the back. OK removed the strap now he must
have been pissed because he nailed the throttle and went flying off of the trailer. Well one
of the carbides must have hung on a rock as he no sooner hit the ground and the sled
stopped and he went flying over the bars landing on his back in the muck and rocks.
Meanwhile other buddy is laughing his butt off getting his ready to unload. OK - the guy
in the mud gets up and stupidly looks around and finishes getting ready.
Second guy is a little more cautious in unloading and eases it off heading across the dirt and
up onto a snow bank that was pushed up by the lot plow during the winter. Well the bank is
much steeper than it looks and sled tips over almost pinning him and stops upside down with
throttle pinned open somehow and is now screaming like mad.
Second guy jumps up as other guy runs over run and they get it shut down before they flip it
over (the first intelligent thing they had done sense they pulled into the lot).
At this point I looked at the GF and stated “We are staying right here until they leave and
then we will check as to which way they are going and we will be going the other direction”.
We never saw them again for the rest of the day or anyone else for that matter. They must
have survived because their rig was gone when we got back.
I love spring riding.
I still smile to myself whenever I think of those parking lot posers.