Well mine's not as extreme as that. I put a gas can between my legs to go rescue my brother. Took a right turn, throttle pinned to the bar, and blam-o. Bounced off one tree then head on into another. My father and I straightened the sled out with a chain come-along and some good old fashioned cursing.

Just sold that sled this year too. Think it's cruising around in the Binghamton area.

It's a bit of an excessively long story...but I'm alive to tell it, and can now laugh about it, so.....This all begins late Friday night when I got a call from a buddy wondering if I wanted to go to his cabin north of Eagle River. His buddies had just called him and were going up too...us deciding to go was pretty random. My plan for the weekend was to spend some time testing everything on the local lake since the trails weren't open. This would have been the first time out after some major changes but I felt confident the sled was ready, and I was really in need of a mini-vacation. At the ass-crack of Saturday morning I drag myself out of bed so I can dig my trailer out and find everything I need. By 7:15am we’re rolling out. Many hours later we arrive to find less snow then at home, but our hopes are high as we’ve got a weekend away and there are usually some good drifts. Very quickly the sleds are off the trailer and warming up. I've got my backpack with an array of tools just in case something happens, along with a camera. Once on the lake I quickly realized I had forgotten the nose piece for my mx style helmet, and it was way too damn cold to ride without, so we head on back to the truck. This is where my story takes a exciting turn, literally.

Once off the lake we have to ride on a few roads to his house. We were going slow, taking it easy, and I was following. Everything is going peachy until I make a full lock right-hand turn into his driveway. At the time I was standing up, coasting. The next thing I know my sled is going like a bat outa hell at WFO. I immediately got my ass sat down and half off the seat by the excessive acceleration. At that moment I was utterly confused as to wtf was happening as my hand wasn't on the throttle, and was trying my hardest to grab all the brake possible to no avail. As I look up I realized there's a very large, green door coming at me slightly (or maybe alot) faster then I knew could be good.

So there I am, standing inside the garage, trying to comprehend what in the hell just happened. There’s steam pouring out of my sled, and for some reason my throttle cable is not in the block and the upper half is just laying there. I turn to my buddy and he's just standing there, shocked. As I begin to realize that me and my sled really shouldn't be where we are it becomes evident that this situation officially sucks more ass then any other I've ever been in. Lots of wtf's begin to fly around and we begin to look things over and try to figure out just what to do. After the impact, part of the door was laying on my sled, cover the entire front end. I had very bad images of the entire front being smashed, and more specifically the new pipes I just finished fitting being smashed. Honestly all I cared about on the sled was the pipes. As we drag it out I look it over and notice....nothing. Well beyond some fancy new green paint and a twisted ski, no obvious other damage is there. The ol' Poo-Bear is one tough sled. The trailing arm, radius arms and shock all look perfect which surprised the hell out of me. Inspection of his dads brand new boat shows nothing as some stacked blankets on the bow of the boat saved the falling door hitting it. Had they not been there there might have been a newpaper article reading "man missing, feared dead"

Soon enough I look at the Club Car golf cart that was parked right where I hit. She looked a little tweaked. When I hit the trailing arm/ski smoked the back corner dead on and kind of tweaked it’s frame. Chalk another one up for the sleds score....sled: 2, garage door: 0, and the newest to the list....golf cart: 0. Very soon it becomes evident that the cart isn’t an immediate issue, but getting a new door or the opening boarded up is as we are suppose to leave the next day. I eventually found a comparable door through Menards, about an hour away. He’s only got a 6’ bed, my trailers only 8’, and the doors 16', so we were faced with a logistical issue. It just happened that those buddies that were also driving up happened to be way behind schedule and were going right past there, with a four place trailer. Hmmm, problem solved. Time to go inside, warm up, and drink myself stupid waiting for the door to show up. We ended up getting it installed that night. Later, as I’m trying to go to sleep I fully realize that I officially suck at life, this is going to make a pretty good story, and I'm slightly pissed it wasn’t on video because I could have been the next youtube superstar.

Now for what the hell caused this. My throttle cable when I turn right gets some slack in it. All of last year I never had an issue and I never thought twice about it. However, this time when I turned right it had enough slack to drop down and get snagged on part of the carb. When I turned back the cable was suddenly too short and outer housing got pulled on. I must had done a fairly swift turn back as it went WFO pretty quick. I suppose the saving part was me trying to steer left away from the corner of the garage because it pulled on the cable housing even more which popped it apart at the junction, releasing the throttle. By this time I was already screwed though. I went from zero to in all of about 1/2 second…that 30 feet got closed upon mighty quick too. And those gearing/clutching/pipe changes I made really makes it hook up good, just in case anyone was curious. The other cool thing is when it hit the sled must have gone into a bit of an endo as my right handlebar made a 3 foot long tear about 5 feet up (3rd panel). Good thing I was off the sled mostly by the time that happened. I’m the most lucky I didn’t smoke the corner of the garage, his truck, or my buddy who had already turned left to park. So here I am, 5 minutes of riding for the season, and I’ve already caused more damage then all of my other seasons combined and multiplied by 10. Good thing I had some extra zip-ties along to tie that cable up. I need another beer.

2 broken ribs, one rib went in and cut my spleen in half and hit my lung. Got pnemonia from not being able to use my lungs well 1 week later.. 1,000 black and blue marks to go with it and a 20,000 dollar hospital bill from being in the ICU for a week then reg. room. Hypothermia, severe lung contusion.

Snowmobile crash in march 2005
Before

after

^ If I recall right the sled damage was
-bent tunnel
-bent plastic ski (it was bent waaaay up in the center. Can see it in the pic)
-broke front sway arm linkage
-broken fiberglass in the hood and broke hood off sled
-bent a-arms
-broke front limiter straps (at least)
-I think the front bulkhead was broken in 2
-Many handlebar items broke
-broken windshield

That picture was taken after I removed the engine that is now in my current zrt.

Crazy stories in this thread. I hate reading them.

Learn from me and others in this thread. Were a tekvest, don't ride at night, don't ride alone, don't ride in a snowstorm with 2 feet visibility.

This past weekend we were ditchbanging and my friend thought it would be cool to try to ride above the cliff, he had to side hill and screwed it up. He made a nice bail and got really lucky. He was fine and his sled only suffered a bent front bumper and a tweaked ski.







The sled was almost straight up and down, before we could whip out the phones and get pics he moved it down a bit lol.

Spleen Splitter, I get it now. The after just looks like the same sled with the motor out and the hood off?

I've been fortunate and haven't crashed hard. This crash was my daughter in January 05. We were in the Eastern UP near Paradise when a trail racer coming the other way missed a turn and to avoid a head on she turned right and went into the trees.

Sled damage:




Her damage:



She healed fine, sled repaired:

I've been fortunate and haven't crashed hard. This crash was my daughter in January 05. We were in the Eastern UP near Paradise when a trail racer coming the other way missed a turn and to avoid a head on she turned right and went into the trees.

Sled damage:




Her damage:



She healed fine, sled repaired:

Here's a couple, when your a SnoX goon you do it too much The one into the suburban was my uncle actually.





I'm #104 and go off the track on the 2nd lap when the sled gets out of my control in the section.