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Gimpster
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Couple quick ones.
Hauling azz down a trail come out of the trees to a medow of fresh foot of fluff. Someone left a fence corner post in the middle of the meadow. disguised as a slight wave in the snow 6" under the surface.
Speedo read 90 so I was actually doing around 60. Beautiful handstand with a half twist over the barz, feet stabbing the snow ahead of the sled that never seemed to slow down. Bumper tag right in the gut booted me foreward around 10 feet when the sled parked on top of me pinning my arms with the skis. Hot antifreeze saturating the coat and bibs from the broken cooler and the exhaust blowing into the helmet where the face shield ripped off.
Hit a deer with a 570 Exciter racing the boys back to the parking lot. Over in the black hills
Racing the boys, in the black hills with a '84 Yamaha Phazer. Cut off the trail to make a pass around a corner.... 4 foot high rock worked well as an E-brake
'nother race, pulled off the trail a little to pass 2 sleds, came off a 5 foot drop off to find a boulder on an 86 Phazer... tore off both front struts.
20 mile ride to a small town bar nice trail along the railroad tracks. Partied it up. Hauling azz back home on a '95 EXT Mountain cat. Wide open along the trail along the railroad tracks. While I was partying someone decided to pile their snow on the trail with a payloader. Hardpack, crested the hill, speedo was burried. Hit the snowpile didn't quite clear the highline wires, pitched me off the sled as it wildly endowed from the track hitting the wire. Laid there for around an hour gathering up my bearings then took the long walk home to get a truck and trailer to load the carnage.
Chasing 'yotes with a bunch of guys I never rode with before through 4 foot CRP. If someone spotted one they would stand on their sled and rais their hand... the race was on. What a blast ! One guy up front stood up raised his hand and pointed my way. I hammered the throttle only to find a 10 foot deep washout that I never made the other side of. Totalled that EXT.
Converted my asphalt sled to grass drag. Doing some runs in my back yard, tweeking clutching, hit a frozen mole pile, pitched the sled off track into a pickup box trailer I had heaping fill of steel. Totalled the sled, sheered the triple cylinders off, knocked the trailer off it's blocks.
That's just a few stories of havoc not to including any mountain riding adventures with cornices, blowholes, trees, creeks, reveenes etc...., or any stories of back in the 60's and 70's
----- Gimpster -----
Hauling azz down a trail come out of the trees to a medow of fresh foot of fluff. Someone left a fence corner post in the middle of the meadow. disguised as a slight wave in the snow 6" under the surface.
Speedo read 90 so I was actually doing around 60. Beautiful handstand with a half twist over the barz, feet stabbing the snow ahead of the sled that never seemed to slow down. Bumper tag right in the gut booted me foreward around 10 feet when the sled parked on top of me pinning my arms with the skis. Hot antifreeze saturating the coat and bibs from the broken cooler and the exhaust blowing into the helmet where the face shield ripped off.
Hit a deer with a 570 Exciter racing the boys back to the parking lot. Over in the black hills
Racing the boys, in the black hills with a '84 Yamaha Phazer. Cut off the trail to make a pass around a corner.... 4 foot high rock worked well as an E-brake
'nother race, pulled off the trail a little to pass 2 sleds, came off a 5 foot drop off to find a boulder on an 86 Phazer... tore off both front struts.
20 mile ride to a small town bar nice trail along the railroad tracks. Partied it up. Hauling azz back home on a '95 EXT Mountain cat. Wide open along the trail along the railroad tracks. While I was partying someone decided to pile their snow on the trail with a payloader. Hardpack, crested the hill, speedo was burried. Hit the snowpile didn't quite clear the highline wires, pitched me off the sled as it wildly endowed from the track hitting the wire. Laid there for around an hour gathering up my bearings then took the long walk home to get a truck and trailer to load the carnage.
Chasing 'yotes with a bunch of guys I never rode with before through 4 foot CRP. If someone spotted one they would stand on their sled and rais their hand... the race was on. What a blast ! One guy up front stood up raised his hand and pointed my way. I hammered the throttle only to find a 10 foot deep washout that I never made the other side of. Totalled that EXT.
Converted my asphalt sled to grass drag. Doing some runs in my back yard, tweeking clutching, hit a frozen mole pile, pitched the sled off track into a pickup box trailer I had heaping fill of steel. Totalled the sled, sheered the triple cylinders off, knocked the trailer off it's blocks.
That's just a few stories of havoc not to including any mountain riding adventures with cornices, blowholes, trees, creeks, reveenes etc...., or any stories of back in the 60's and 70's
----- Gimpster -----