It was sarcasm. Suck it up.
Canadian riding? Hey, I'm from Canada. I better make this story quick! It might get locked!
Last April we still had some ice on the lake. I decided to take the scoot for one last spin. I was spinning donuts and whatnot(the lake was pure ice, no snow).
The next day, I took it out again, It was a little warmer today, And my back end fell through the ice, and then the front end fell through. At this point in my head, It was more like...Holy crap, Holy crap!
Luckily there was another layer of ice underneath the layer I fell through.
I walked around a fly-in fishing resort trying to get some help. I found Leo, one of the resorts mechanics. He gave me some rope and tied it to the back of his Indy. He pulled me out of the water.
Unfortunatly, A wet belt doesn't catch the clutches well, and it didn't move. Leo gave me a tow home. I was very gracious that I didn't have to walk across a lake with wet jeans...
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And that's my story.
As for more general Canadian riding story, Think of snow for 3/4's of the year.
] But for now my craziest thing I did was jump my buddies two lane driveway onto hardpack on my bravo. That may not sound significant but if you've ever rode a bravo you would know the 3 in of travel in the rear and the 2 or 3 inch travel in the front. the landing was pretty shaky harsh but it was fun seeing the looks on his sisters face. When I opened the hood my lines running from the airbox to the carb were laying in my bellypan.
