To celebrate the swearing in (or swearing AT) of Barrak Obama, I went for a snowmobile ride. It was already after sundown and I was riding solo, so I wasn't planning on going far.
I stopped at a popular supper club to warm up, smoke a cigarette, and have a beer.
I parked at the edge of the parking lot, on top of where they'd plowed. It wasn't real high or anything. It was somewhat close to the entrance of the building.
When I was leaving, I didn't know there was a frozen snow hump about a foot in front of where I parked.
I started to go, and I fell over like Fred Flintstone's car at the end of the cartoons. Cracked the windshield. I was kinda pissed off about it, but calmed down by the time I got home.
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Two days later, I'm out riding with my nephew, and we go to the same place. I wanted to see this hump in the daylight.
We had a good ride that day, and put on 77 miles. We're riding back on the main trail, but I had to pee.
We pull up to this spot that's under a highway bridge. There's a little picnic spot there.
We mark our territory, and start to pull away. I'm looking up at the embankment and notice the usual snowmobile tracks of the more adventurous people who have been there before.
That's when I had one of those "hold onto my beer and watch this" moments. (and NO, we weren't drinking any beer)
I hit the gas and went up the steep grade. Near the top, my ski hits something and the sled starts to tip. I turn the bars to face the machine back down the hill, but its too late. I'm off and rolling down the hill............ I'm not the only thing rolling down the hill, either.
It all happened pretty fast, but I think the sled went over me.
The only damage that I saw was that the windshield is now more broken, and my gps was turned at a funny angle. The Garmin's plexiglass screen cover has a nick in it too.
Lesson learned: Don't do that again.
